I am not very creative in the kitchen. I can make a few things that are pretty easy but beyond that, I'm lost when it comes to cooking. Praise the heavans I married a chef. Seriously, praise them. Because this guy has been feeding me for six years now and I am grateful for his talent. So so grateful. Because when he found me, I was eating bagels for dinner on the reg. But it's time to chuck my fear of making crappy food out the window. I mean, I'm never gonna get any good at it if I am too afraid to try. All because I am too afraid of the look on the faces of my loved ones when they are trying not barf through dinner. I think this fear grew unmanagable on my Dad's 60th birthday. I had invited the whole family to my house for a celebration and I was making a roast. I was so excited to play hostess and serve up a delicious down home meal. Long story short it was awful. Shoe leather and raw potatoes. We ordered pizza. Since that day my confidence in my cooking has never recovered. Until tonight.
I can't sit back like a whiny baby anymore and indulge my fear of cooking for people. Because now my lil lady has food allergies and I have to make her food because if I don't, that makes me a terrible mother. And I'm not one of those. I'm not! So here I go. I have no choice but to cook more. And I have to be creative. Because when one kid is the pickiest eater that was ever born and the other is food allergic, well, you have to get creative. And I can't fear the face anymore because it's gonna happen. I can recall a few meals when I was child that were downright awful (Mom! I love you! Don't hate me!) but that happens. I also remember that my mom made killer meatloaf.
So tonight I made a safe dinner for the whole family. I am not a foodie. I am no expert. But it was good. And I know this because Plum ate it hand over fist. I made this.