Are you allowed in the kitchen?

[cgallery]

After 13 years my sweetness is even getting pretty good at it.

You DO realize she reads this, right?

[Uncle Cracker]

I should add that I learned to cook while with my first wife... (out of self-defense...) We once had a rip in the window screen in the kitchen, and the flies in the backyard took up a collection and had it fixed!

[billwmeyer]

I don't cook. My mom was a great cook and tried to teach me, but she never used a recipe. I never could get the differences between a pinch, a dab, a smidgen, a dollop, some, etc. My dad went to cooking school during WW2 and is a good cook. He thought he might get to go overseas that way, and it almost worked. He was born blind in one eye, so they wouldn't ship him over.

My wife is a good cook, and I just don't care for cooking.

Bill

[leehljp]

My mom taught me to cook when I was about 5 years old. I kept going to her and telling her I was hungry. One day, she said fix what ever you want yourself. So I pulled a chair up to the stove and fried and egg. I did a good job of it, she said. From then on I was cooking. I don't remember that but I do remember when I was 8 or 9 reading recipes for different kinds of breads and often times making them after I would get home from school. That is my first specific memories of cooking.

When I was a teen, I often looked upon cooking from a chemistry and physics point of view - temps, kinds of heat, timing, mixes, stages and many of the variables that would change texture, flavor, color, and smell with only small changes.

Cooking was a learning experience, a fun time and relaxing to me.

[cabinetman]

I became disenchanted with cooking many years ago when I wanted to surprise my first wife by baking a German chocolate cake in our apartment. Followed directions, with the toothpick test. After baking close to 8 hours, it was still wet. Oven wasn't heating right.

My second wife was a novice cook. She was a descendant of women born in Italy. Pasta was a staple. Got tired of eating staples, so we ate out a lot.

My third wife is a fantastic cook. My cooking now is just to help her out, nothing noteworthy. But, Friday nights when she is dead tired from work and the work week, I build her an omelette...a killer omelette. I've got those things down to a science. So, if anyone here likes omelettes, I'll mail you one of my best.
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