I’m kind of a domestic goddess.

Today I:

  • did laundry
  • took out the trash and recycling
  • did the dishes
  • mopped
  • (got my nails done lol)
  • cut some coupons
  • AND made Sunday dinner

Future husband – please just prepare yourself for my level of amazing. Matter of fact, just grab a beer and chill.

lmao But seriously, I feel accomplished, as silly as it is. I woke up and realized, hmm, today would be a good day for Sunday dinner (duh). However, my dad usually makes it. For some reason, today I felt inspired. You see, being a single gal, I don’t cook that often. Not that I can’t, but I don’t have anyone to share it with (that was an attempt at getting sympathy; no? ok, then…) Plus, I feel like I’m usually too busy to do it.

But I’m always saving recipes like it’s my job. As in, I’ve saved probably 300 plus. Ask me how many I’ve made. Maybe 3 over the past 10 months? (I went on a cooking rampage when the ex and I broke up last summer, and I made some life-changing penne a la vodka; between that and signing up for a gym membership, that breakup did me some good – thanks, asshole. But I digress.)

So today I thought, you want dinner; you have a million recipes – go. So I went to the grocery store, got my things, and fired up the crock-pot. This is a big deal, don’t laugh. Between Christmas and my birthday, I got a crock-pot, a juicer, and a few other kitchen things. The gross part – I was excited about it. That was a true signal that I’m getting older – I didn’t request clothes, handbags, or electronics; I actually got excited for -gulp- home goods. Who am I?? Especially the crock-pot – that’s always been the quintessential Soccer Mom appliance to me. She’s the woman on the go, too busy taking kids to piano and soccer practices, so she sets the crock-pot to be ready for her hungry family with a hot meal when they get home! Ha.

So yeah, I got all of my ingredients and did some small prep…which was really just chopping onion and celery, and thawing chicken breast, but come on. And I even like measured out the salt and stuff. HAHA Oh geez. This is the closest I’ve come to cooking in about 2 months, so give me some credit. I chose this recipe. Why? I meannn, all it called for was me throwing everything in and coming back a few hours later, AND it had wine in it?? Done and done. Calling my name. The best part? I now have 3/4 of an open bottle of wine left – I guess I have to drink it, duh. Can’t let it go to waste, now can we? (I was looking for a reason to drink anyways, thanks!!) Also, I felt fancy using fresh thyme – that’s not something I buy…ever. That’s just not a normal thing. So call me a chef because I used a spice/herb that doesn’t come in a shaker lol I also like this recipe because I’ve been trying to find something using quinoa – cleaning up my diet and all.


The end result is good! Not that I could’ve screwed it up, but hooray for not burning the house down?? Baby steps, people. And I guess I’ve gotten around the whole “no one else to cook for thing” – you better believe these leftovers are going in several small tupperware containers in my fridge – lunch all week at work? A total of 3 seconds in my morning rush to throw 1 container in my bag and microwave it at work instead of getting a $7 sandwich? Booyah.

I kill myself. But seriously, I’m kinda proud – does that make me a nerd? Whatever. I’m going to make lots more stuff because I just need to suck it up and do it more. Not to mention, I got these words of wisdom from my father: “Now is the time for you to try lots of recipes and experiment in the kitchen so that when you get married, you won’t kill your husband with dinner.” Yep.


Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s