I have not been blessed with the talent of cooking. In fact, I actually quite loathe cooking.
I have had many a conversation with the Lord over this subject. Pleading and sometimes even begging to be blessed with the joy of cooking.
The Lord is patient and kind, so I do not lose hope, however, my poor husband suffers through meatloaves that unexpectedly turn green (true story) and mashed potatoes that transform into rubber, crunchy onions, and mushy squash (all sad, but true).
My darling and saint of a husband offers loving suggestions as he gulps down portions of shoe-leather baked fish served over limp rice.
Weekends are a gift because my husband cooks such wonderful meals, that somehow he makes look easy to prepare. Not only are they palatable but also nutritious.
Life is funny. Sometimes you get lemons and all I can do is make sour lemonade.