culinary dropout

I wish I loved to cook. I just don't. Maybe it's because I'm not a very creative person. I can follow a recipe, but you won't see me attempting anything too ambitious. I will continue to be impressed by people like my sister-in-law, Naomi, who finds interesting recipes all the time and ATTEMPTS them and SUCCEEDS, or Brett, who can whip up some really delicious things.

Here I am making s'mores in the apartment we lived in before moving to our house. Yes, s'mores. Not ratatouille. Not a rack of lamb. Not some fancy thing with the word reduction in it. Sure, I like to eat the gourmet, fancy-shmancy stuff, but I will not be the one making it.

I suppose I shouldn't be too hard on myself. If hard-pressed, I could come up with something good, but Miss Stella takes up a lot of my free time. I keep thinking, "some day, I will be a good cook. I will research recipes and come up with awesome dinners." Some day the inspiration will arrive out of nowhere. Meh. Probs not.

At least I bake now and then. 

And when I have to cook dinner for small group, I pull through. A deadline type thing will motivate me or some kind of event or party for which I am responsible for bringing something to share. So, I am not a TOTAL lost cause. 

So, are you a culinary genius or a slacker like me?

Baby's crying. Adios.