I have to say I am pretty proud of myself.
I am learning to cook.
I have never liked to cook and didn't know the first thing about anything. I stressed about dinner time and what to feed the kids. If it were just me, I could live on peanut butter and bananas for all 3 meals. But now that I am responsible for little mouths I have felt really guilty about what I have been feeding them and have felt bad that they don't get a nice dinner from mom.
It has taken some time and a lot of practice. First I just started with ANY recipe and hoped someone would like it. But now I am learning how to cook healthier meals and we are all trying new things. And no, not every meal is good and sometimes more often than not it ends up in the trash with everyone turning to cereal. And that's okay, I am a work in progress. And how do I know what these kids like when all they really have grown up on thus far is pasta and red sauce. I am even getting to the point where I can plan a meal and use the leftovers to make a whole new meal the next day. Check me out! My life has been 100 percent easier now that I make a menu plan for the week and shop only for those items, including snacks, I plan out snacks for the week and make those as well. I don't dread dinner time now and the girls are actually trying new things. It's awesome!
Tonight I thought I would stretch myself and try to roast a whole chicken.
I almost threw up when I had to put my hand inside and separate the skin from the body to put in the spices. It was gross. I even made a caramelized Brussels sprout salad. Turns out I kinda like Brussels sprouts. But I am alone on that one.
The dinner was pretty much not a winner but that's okay because I can use all of the chicken in other meals for the week. All in all I feel like a grown up mom today.
I am almost 29 with 3 kids.
I should feel grown up.