Oh, Betty Crocker, Where Art Thou?
My lack of cooking skills hasn't been a problem, since Bee enjoys cooking and would prefer to be in charge of it. Occasionally, however, he wants a break, which is my cue to break out one of the dishes I'm in charge of: lasagna, Noodle Grunt, or waffles. Bee will happily let me make any of those three recipes; he will, of course, be unable to keep from seasoning his serving with his own spices, however.
Heaven forbid I ever try a new recipe, though. This last week, for instance, I thought I'd be nice and put myself in charge of several dinners. I looked through my favorite cookbook, Cooking With Four Ingredients, a book which is wonderful for non-cooks because it lulls you into thinking cooking is stress-free when it only involves four ingredients. Plus it has a picture of every dish; just like a Denny's menu!
I picked three recipes that looked tasty and not too hard to screw up, gathered all the ingredients when I was at the store, and then had a big fight with Bee over when I'd actually get to make one of them. When he finally deigned to allow me to make dinner, he spent much of the time staring over my shoulder at the cookbook, recommending different spices and suggesting very strongly that I ought to grill the pork loin instead of frying it as the recipe directed.
In my opinion, if you've never tried a particular dish yourself, you should SHUT THE HELL UP and try it as-is before you start improvising.
Bee really is a good cook, and he can usually throw something together and make it taste great. Or maybe I'm just not picky, so I think anything he makes tastes good. Apparently, this isn't something that is reciprocal, though, so -- after this week's 'failed' experiments -- I doubt I'll be trying to cook again.
And, by the way, I think the Pork Loin with Peppers and the Herb-Lime Roast Chicken were pretty damn good. But what do I know?
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