Cooking

My husband is a great cook. He can slice and dice things to perfection and in half the time it takes me to do it.  He makes a killer breakfast, hey even my parents can attest to this, as he got my mom to eat even eat grits once! He used to cook all the time when I first moved in 5 years ago. I tell you this so that you can perhaps see my confusion and frustration about how dinner went down.

Me- Feeding Eleanor: “Can you make dinner while I feed Ella, I’m starving”

Him-Sitting on butt watching TV: “Uh, what? Um sure.”

He walks into the kitchen and I hear pots being banged back and forth.

Me: “Everything you need is out. The pan and pot are on the stove, meat is in the sink and sauce and pasta are on the bar.”

Him: WHAT? WHERE I DON’T SEE THEM. <more banging>

I hand Ella over to Jessie and walk into the kitchen.

He has a completely different pan on the stove and has put the two I took out into the dishwasher, claiming he thought they were from last night. Yea right ‘cause pots and pans stay on the stove dirty all day long…

I take out the big pot again, and pan. I show him where everything is, as I run back into the living room to save my oldest daughter from her little hair pulling sister.

Ella and I make our way into the kitchen. He was the water simmering and meat browned. I think to myself good dinner will be ready in just few. I walk back to the living room and sit down to finish feeding Ella.

As I get all situated once again, he comes in with car keys…. Yes car keys. And informs me that he and Jessie are running across the street to pick up Italian bread. Apparently I was not clear enough on when the timer beeps you need to take the bread out of the oven…  Although even in my recap I may have left that part out. But wouldn’t you have asked “what was the timer for?” I mean seriously, he had to actually turn it Off… He tells me that the noodles are in the pot, but he does not know how much longer they need as he has not set the timer…

So now I have to play the guessing game with boiling hot noodles so that we don’t have mushy pasta….

He comes back 20 minutes later! Yes 20!  The store is ACROSS the street! Puts the bread in the oven and we have warm garlic cheese bread, with cold pasta, and meat-sauce, which after sitting in the sauce for an extra 30 minutes turned out to be more meat with pasta then meat-sauce…

So my question is this, how did my husband who used to cook dinner just about EVERY night, completely forget what to do in the kitchen???  On nights he has planned to cook he does very well, but I guess that’s because its steak and potatoes mostly on those nights, or ribs. He still makes killer ass ribs!