How Soon They Forget...

My husband is a wonderful cook and really knows his way around the kitchen.

Or at least he used to.

When we first got married 10 years ago I hated to cook.

I mean HATED it.

Which is kind of funny considering I come from a long line of unbelievable cooks...my grandmother is the best, my mom was exceptional and my sister is traveling in their footsteps.

I just figured the culinary gene skipped right over me.

Luckily, I married a man who paid attention to his mama in the kitchen. Although he never cooked when he lived under her roof, he watched her often and learned the skills needed to create a delicious meal. My mother-in-law is a terrific Southern cook. Her cornbread and collard greens will make you want to jump up and slap your momma.

That is figure of speech. Please don't slap your mother. Please understand we say some silly things here in Georgia.

So when we were a newly wedded couple, Hubby did all the cooking.
Except for Spaghetti. I boil a mean pot of noodles. And my skills of warming up a jar of Prego are top notch.

Meat to cook? Hubby cooked it.
Frying? Hubby did it.
Grilling? Hubby was and still is the master.

We would have starved during the first 5 years of our marriage if not for him.

And then we had a son. The birth of my little boy changed everything.
Suddenly, I couldn't squelch the desire to learn everything there was to know about the art of cooking. There would be family dinners in my very near future and I was going to cook those dinners! And it wasn't going be Spaghetti every night!

So I made a few phone calls. Most of them were to my sister.

My poor sister. I drove her crazy. It was not unheard of for me to call her 6 or 7 times while preparing a meal.
"How much meat do I use to make the meatloaf again?"
"How many ounces of beer do I use to make this yellow rice?"
"How long do I leave it in the oven for?"
"How do you 'eyeball' something? I need specific measurements!"

She was patient and wonderful with all my dumb questions. 

And I learned.

I can now hold my own in the kitchen. In fact, I make most of the meals for the family now. If there's something we want to grill, hubby will cook it. After all, he is the grill master and I'm not messing with a good thing. But we actually enjoy cooking together. He grills and I cook the sides...it's something fun we both love to do.

Which brings me to last night.

Hubby and I were going to cook dinner together so I was waiting till he gave me to cue to head to the kitchen to get started. I heard him fumbling around in the pantry so I make my way to join him. As I enter the kitchen, he takes out a very small bag of rice and asks if that's all we had left. I told him no, there was a much larger bag in the pantry. So he found it and for some strange reason, grabbed it from the side instead of the bottom.

Can you see where this is heading?

The bag of rice somehow became unsealed at the top and rice went everywhere.

I mean EVERYWHERE!!!
Just picture about 20 or more tile squares COVERED in rice.

The rice I was going to be cooking.

His only responsibility was to grill the pork chops.

Needless to say, I teased him all night about the fact that he used to be the master of the kitchen and now can't even handle the rice.

It was hysterically funny. Especially after all that rice was vacuumed up.

And I thanked him for giving me the subject for Wednesday's blog post! Think twice before you let your man in the kitchen!

Have a great day everyone!