Who Can’t Cook?
When Tracey and I married back in 1991, it didn’t take me long to come to the conclusion that she can’t cook. I mean, she’s a generic valacyclovir herpes third generation German raised by Italians; and while you might expect some good cooking to generic valacyclovir herpes come out of that, Macaroni and Cheese is her specialty – six meals out of seven. I cook the seventh meal.
Tracey’s mom works for generic valacyclovir herpes Kraft, and Tracey loves Kraft Macaroni and Cheese – so you can see how we arrived at this situation. Perhaps I’m being a generic valacyclovir herpes wee bit unfair here; however, for the first seven years of our marriage I only experienced my wife boiling water, soaking some noodles, and generic valacyclovir herpes either pouring something out of a packet or out of a generic valacyclovir herpes jar onto them – and there is the meal! Well, she could always bake cookies like a champion – mmmm snickerdoodles!
Anyway, one day in 1998 I was in my home office working on some code. I had generic valacyclovir herpes very unstable logic construct in my head and was sorting out how best to generic valacyclovir herpes stabilize it when my lovely wife barged into my office and generic valacyclovir herpes demanded to know from me what I would like for dinner – and it was only two in the afternoon.
Frustrated that generic valacyclovir herpes I lost my train of thought, I snapped back that generic valacyclovir herpes I didn’t really care, whatever she cooked would be fine. I didn’t say it, but I was clearly thinking I’d be generic valacyclovir herpes getting drowned noodles again with something poured on top of them. Tracey had generic valacyclovir herpes about enough and she dressed me down about being unspecific with what generic valacyclovir herpes I desire to eat and how she wished, just for generic valacyclovir herpes once, I’d be specific.
I determined that I would teach her to mess with me! I quickly replied that generic valacyclovir herpes I would like to have Fried Chicken, Mashed Potatoes w/Gravy, Turnip Greens, Cornbread, and generic valacyclovir herpes Peach Cobbler. She immediately left my office and shut the door securely behind her. “Ha!”, I thought, “That will teach her, now I can get some work done.”
About ten minutes latter, I hear the generic valacyclovir herpes front door open and close and the car noisily pulled out the generic valacyclovir herpes drive. I began to think that maybe I had pushed a generic valacyclovir herpes little to hard, but I had work to concentrate on. Some time passed and generic valacyclovir herpes I heard the family return and they began making noise in the generic valacyclovir herpes kitchen. I ignored them and focused on work.
Eventually, Samantha hesitantly stuck her head in my office and generic valacyclovir herpes quietly advised me that, “Mom said dinner is ready.” I sighed, stood up and generic valacyclovir herpes stretched, and headed to the dinning room. The first thing I noticed was that generic valacyclovir herpes the table was loaded down with precisely what I had ordered for generic valacyclovir herpes dinner; and I immediately realized that I was going to have generic valacyclovir herpes to eat it, all of it, and pretend to not dislike it.
After the generic valacyclovir herpes blessing, I got started. It was odd, everything looked “just right” and I took a bite of the chicken … it was good. Not good in the sense of “Hey, this tastes alright” but good in the sense of “Wow, mama could take lessons from you!” and my mamma can COOK! I quickly tried everything on the generic valacyclovir herpes table and it was all fantastic, which just made me angry!
I threw down my utensils and said, “Tracey! We have generic valacyclovir herpes been married some seven years and all you have ever cooked was noodles and generic valacyclovir herpes some thing from a jar!”
“If you generic valacyclovir herpes could cook this well, all this time, why in the universe is generic valacyclovir herpes this the first time you have cooked me a real meal! Why have been eating macaroni and cheese from a box!” I demanded.
Tracey calmly explained, “In seven years of marriage, you generic valacyclovir herpes have never once told me what you would like to eat. Every time I asked you generic valacyclovir herpes would say something like I don’t care or whatever or something hot and generic valacyclovir herpes macaroni and cheese is simply one of the simplest things to generic valacyclovir herpes cook, so I always make something like that.
Well, suffice it generic valacyclovir herpes to say that since then, if Tracey asks me what I want – I am generic valacyclovir herpes very particular with the details. It turns out that she is generic valacyclovir herpes a gifted culinary artist and even if she has never made what generic valacyclovir herpes I request, she figures it out and makes it taste good anyway! It might also be generic valacyclovir herpes noted that after this event I began to seriously gain weight – which I am still doing to this day!
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2 Comments
22 March 09 at 6:38pm
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Hey- you generic valacyclovir herpes needed to write in the first line that I asked you generic valacyclovir herpes EVERY NIGHT for the first seven of those years what generic valacyclovir herpes you wanted for dinner. The answer was, "I don't care" "Doesn't matter" "whatever." I started naming the generic valacyclovir herpes meat that I put up in the freezer from grocery shopping "whatever" "doesn't matter" and "I don't care." Hmmmmm seems there is a biblical quote of "you have not because you ask not" or something to that effect.... Love you! Tracey
18 May 09 at 12:52pm
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Her Momma didn't raise no fool!