My cooking skills are limited to things that have clear instructions on the labels or are of the open and eat variety.
The idea of a potluck fills me with panic. What can I make that’s edible? Will it look appetizing enough for perfect strangers to eat? Will we want to take the uneaten portion home?
The problem is that my husband does the grocery shopping and buys things like tilapia and steak. What do I do with those? There isn’t anything on the label about what pan to cook it in, for how long, or at what temperature.
This year, I am hoping to change all that. I bought a cook book called Anyone Can Cook and I’m really hoping they do mean anyone. There are lots of pictures, showing how things should look while in progress. There’s a section that explains what terms like baste and roast and rest mean. And the recipes are labeled as to how difficult they are — 1, safe to attempt, 3, ask someone else.
So far, things are going well. I’ve made a couple new dishes that were even edible, and I worked the magic that is gravy. (The kids were not impressed and may have even shrank away in horror at the brown stuff touching their potatoes.)
The next task is to convince the kids to eat something besides macaroni and cheese, chicken nuggets, frozen pizza, or peanut butter and jelly.