Anyone who knows me, knows that I am not a cook. I am not saying this to be modest or because I lack self-confidence. I seriously do not cook. I make three good meals and two of them are tacos.
Being in Poland has exacerbated the problem, and I really have fallen behind. I’d say I’m about 12 in cooking years which means I can boil water but will still make a mess while doing it. I will also complain and act like it’s the hardest thing anyone has ever done.
In order to kick-start my cooking endeavors, I bought a lasagna pan and a lovely metal mixing bowl. Nothing makes a hard task easier than new supplies. I also figured the spending of money would guilt me into actually doing it.
I was anxious all day the day of the lasagna cooking. This was such a huge deal for me that I had to plan when to shop and where. I cleaned the kitchen so I would not be dissuaded from cooking. I even had to put it on the calendar so I wouldn’t chicken out.
Here are some pics of my work:
Dinner was an hour late. Just like mom used to make. I gave the kids jellybeans to keep them quiet. (It’s like I’m new to mothering.) They proceeded to take their sugar rush and Angry Bird their room.
How was the final product you ask?
I’m happy to say that it was very yummy. Alex loved it, and Michael seemed to like it. Jack was not impressed, but three out of four happy eaters is pretty damn good. I actually was sad when I inevitably dropped a serving or two while transferring the leftovers to freezer containers. I have ideas on how to tweak it next time, and I look forward to trying again. In a year or so.