Monday, January 14, 2013
I need some help, y'all.
As silly as it sounds, I have a confession. Nearly seven years have passed since I've met and began dating my husband, Cory, and up until a few weeks ago, I had yet to cook for him. Not even once. The truth came out when Cory mentioned he would like to come home at least one day a week and find a home cooked meal waiting on him instead of finding me with a bowl of cereal in my hands and that look of "it's every man for himself in this household."
So I cooked him a meal..well, cooked would be a very loose term. To risk grossing y'all out, I didn't fully cook the meat to stuff in my manicotti. And he might have gotten sick the next day...bless his heart, he swears it wasn't me.
And to think, I thought I was in the clear after such a long, successful, cook free rate of seven years. Well, dang...so here comes my second confession. I don't know how to cook. Ya'll. I'm a baker. Not a cook. I'm known for making pies and banana bread...although I do make a mean breakfast. (Favorite meal everrr.) But cook, I am not.
So I need y'alls help. Will you help a girl out and send me some recipes? Preferably something I can make in both a veggie (me) and a meat (him) version. And this time, Cory has requested we cook together.. ;)