No one who cooks, cooks alone. Even at her most solitary, a cook in the kitchen is surrounded by generations of cooks past, the advice and menus of cooks present, the wisdom of cookbook writers.”
― Laurie Colwin
The first meal I ever cooked for Roger Darling was hamburgers. I had never really cooked before and was afraid to disappoint him with my lack of culinary skills. I stood in the kitchen and cried. He walked in, saw me and started chuckling. He then wrapped his arms around me and said, “Honey it’s okay to not be perfect. It is only hamburgers for God sake.” That comment just made me cry harder. I was young and had no idea how this whole making a man happy by way of his stomach thing worked.
Flash forward a few years, with kids running around, a full time job for both of us, and all kinds of other things going on. I was getting the hang to this cooking thing and actually found that I loved to bake. When the kids were little, I would bake because we really didn’t get out too much. Roger worked midnights and had to sleep during the day so the kids and I kept busy, cleaning and baking. And playing and yelling. When Roger got up we would cook together. It was kinda nice being with him in the kitchen, getting him a cup of coffee, checking on how he slept with two kids goofing off and a wife yelling at them to shut up, because Daddy was asleep.
I remember one time being so proud of this wonderful rice dish that I made all on my own. I loaded up Roger’s plate first, he tried it and said he liked it. I fixed my plate, took a bite and immediately grimaced. It was HORRIBLE! I grabbed his plate and mine, threw the food out and said let’s go out to dinner.
It really is quite a bonding experience for us. There’s nothing like making a meal together. Darling husband is such a wonderful cook. He has taught me so much. I can make a pot roast and root vegetables that are to die for, a potato salad that will make your head spin, and don’t even get me going on my Hawaiian Wedding Cake…. Even with this healthy lifestyle we lead now, you can still find us in the kitchen, drinking coffee, talking about our day. And roasting vegetables, making a kick ass chicken breast that is moist and tender or ground turkey meat loaf that melts in your mouth.
I like the cooking process, and the thought that what I’m making is giving nourishment to my family and friends. I like the fact that it is something my dear husband has taught me. I always ask him the question, what would I do without you? And he will always say probably die… He’s kinda right, part of me would. But I sure would have wonderful memories of the times we’ve had and the meals we’ve made in our kitchen……