It's nights like these...

When I'm in healthy mode (ok not really healthy mode, more like non-junk food mode) I actually try to cook at least once a week. By cook I mean following an actual recipe and not heating up a frozen pizza. I think that cooking is an art form and it is nights like tonight when I realize I am not meant to be a cook. This came to me after I was on my hands and knees cleaning up the baby peas I spilled but before I had the chance to clean up the mess from when the sauce boiled over the pan. (See what I mean!) I have been told numerous times that I would get better at it if I just practice more, but I don't think that is true. I think that no matter how many times I am in the kitchen it will always be a chore and I will never have that flair.

Some people are just meant to be cooks and others are not. I'm sure these thoughts were spurred by reading Sarah's post about intelligence. This isn't exactly the same debate she was having but I have to wonder if some people are just predisposed to excel in certain areas. There are times when I think I am not very artistic (or creative). Now you may be saying to yourself "But YOU teach CHOIR! And take pictures! Of course you are artistic." Maybe to some degree but I have always been a little different than the other choir directors. I am very methodical which actually works well with teaching fundamentals at the middle school age. I must have order and structure in my rehearsals and with my procedures. I struggle with the artistic side which is maybe why I have never made it up to that final level of excellence.

Case in point, I've been trying to figure out a creative way to wrap up this post. I wrote the first two paragraphs in about 3 minutes and I've been staring at the screen for another ten hoping something clever would come to me. Nothing. So I'll just say go check out Lipton's Recipe Secrets where you can get recipes to use with their dry soup mixes. I haven't run across a bad one yet including tonight's yummy (not healthy) Creamy Skillet Chicken.

Brrr

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