Grilled Cheese, Anyone?

I don’t cook. I’m not saying that I can’t cook, although others have said that. After learning about fire safety at school, Benjy came home and asked us if we test our smoke detectors. Without missing a beat, Frankie declared, “Yeah, every time Mom cooks!”

Arthur is a wonderful chef. He loves to cook. When he’s home we eat well. When he’s not, well, we go out. That’s just the way it is. We eat out a lot when Arthur goes away on business. While stuffing fries in her mouth, Benjy once said, “I love eating out. When I’m big and my husband goes away, I’m going to eat out every day, too!”

In my defense, I can make basic things that don’t involve a lot of prep work, imagination, or forethought. I could grill chicken – if someone remembered to take it out of the freezer for me. I could make tacos if someone cut everything up ahead of time. But when I come home and Kung Pow Chicken, Almond Guy Ding, and sticky rice are simmering on the stove, I ask you, where is the incentive for me to learn more?