A few weeks ago I commented on Twitter that I had made Rice Krispie Treats for the first time in my life. I brought the left overs in to work and one of my coworkers commented on how if I could make all kinds of things from scratch, why on earth was I making something made of marshmallows and cereal. I told her that I was practicing for being a stay at home mom. I wasn’t even really kidding.
The very real prospect of me being home at least more than I am right now seems to have sparked a little self improvement in me. Sure, I can cook things from scratch, I would even consider myself better than average at that given this nation’s love of convenience food. However I worry that working full time, getting home with such a short amount of time in which to get food ready before I rush the kiddo off to bed, has dulled my abilities. So I am practicing more. Practicing for less money for eating out, but more time to make good food at home. Weekend mornings where maybe once over the course of the weekend I would have cooked a big meal from scratch now have me cooking both mornings. Yesterday it was biscuits with sausage gravy, today we had french toast. The cereal may go stale if I don’t start slacking off soon.
I’ve made cookies, baked cupcakes, and there is now a fruit bowl sitting on my table with real actual, not even moldy fruit in it. I’m even almost staying on top of getting everyone’s laundry done. Maybe I’m just trying to deal with my worries about what happens if I do end up staying home, or maybe I’m trying to up my game because if I keep working then I’m going to have two kids and less time, so I had better be efficient.
Either way, the food is good. We’re still eating out a couple of times a week, but I’m totally blaming that one on being pregnant and having cravings.
Now if only my work on self improvement would carry over in to a love bathroom floor scrubbing… naw, who am I kidding. I think I’m only good for food and craftiness.