OK, this will be a quick post that will surprise those closest to me and will mean little to those that are not. I have just made a beef stew.

The thought of spending any time in the kitchen is what has been humorously described as “my trauma”. It is not that I can’t cook, it is that I don’t like to. There are certain recipes that I am comfortable making but my expertise lies mainly with the eating and the clean up. My husband does the bulk of the cooking, he has the patience and he is really good at it. I believe it was born out of his necessity to eat quality meals and the stress he saw on my face when I attempted to play chef.

Today however, I managed to stay in the kitchen long enough to make my first beef stew. I definitely fall under the category of reluctant cook. I have tried desperately to keep any cooking knowledge I have under wraps for fear I may be asked to cook more. One time in conversation with friends I started to join in the discussion of the ingredients needed for a recipe, bad mistake. My husband looked so surprised…”how do you know this?” Oops, I have been found out… note to self, don’t show your cooking hand.

This may be the last time this month I will be inspired, I can’t run the risk of being perceived as interested. Hope it tastes good though, otherwise the time and this stupid apron will all be for not.

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