Last night the Eldest Sister called and asked us to come for dinner tonight. So we are headed there on a Wednesday (I love being back in civilization) for a warm and cozy evening with family that I can also call friends. I love to cook, I enjoy creating a good meal and sharing it with friends and family but I will readily admit that it is nice to have a night off from the grind. It’s the every night dinner that gets to me makes me come home and fall on the couch and tell my family that it’s “fend for yourself ” night. It’s the pressure to come up with something interesting and fabulous night after night. I think of myself as a pretty good cook. Not over the top gourmet but definitely above average and I think that might be the problem. I think I might have turned my family into food snobs. If, on an off evening I turn out something that is just average my family is not pleased. I would say mutiny, but that would entail someone else taking over the cooking duties. Whenever I suggest that someone else might take a turn at the nightly ritual they pour on the flattery. “But you’re so good at it” and “I could never do it as well as you” and “it’s so easy for you, it would take me hours”.
So I will take advantage of the invitation and show up on their door step with a kiss and a hug and a bottle of wine.
