Hello again from Home!
As the title indicates, I have a confession. A few, actually. Those who know me well, prepare yourselves, this will come as a shock.
Confession #1 – I have learned how to cook.
Oh dear, I can hear the sounds of fainting bodies hitting the floor from here. But, yes, it is true. I’m no Julia Child but I now cook dinner about 70% of the time. This is up from my usual 5%, and those meals were generally made when Prez was out of town, and they consisted of popcorn and/or tinned beans and/or roasted Safeway chicken.
As if this momentous revelation were not enough, I must also tell you that I can even cook some things…(wait for it)…without using a recipe! Nothing fancy, mind you. Unlike the Kozys, Marthas and Becksters of this world, you won’t see me just ‘throwing together’ a pie or anything that complicated. Baby steps.
In fact, I have started following Playing With My Food, the cooking blog of Martha Junior – the effervescent Megan McLeod. Check it out! (So far, the risotto has been my favourite…yum!)
Confession #2 – I have a garden.
Well, this garden wouldn’t exactly sustain Prez and me in an end-of-the-world scenario. When the zombie apocalypse happens, I’ll be looting 7-11’s like everyone else. However, compared to the days when Martha used to buy me hanging baskets and then would end up watering them for me because I’d always forget, I’ve come a long way.
At this moment I have the following plants and herbs:
Soon to be planted: cilantro and strawberries.
(The above list vaguely reminds me of one of the many strange pizzas I ate while living in Japan way back when.)
What’s happened? (You may ask). Have we woken up in Opposite World? Have alien creatures taken over my brain? Is this some diabolical military experiment run amok?
Nope. I’m having the opposite of a mid-life crisis. This is my mid-life acceptance. Instead of approaching my mid-40’s with a sense of urgency to get out there and see the world, to finally shrug off responsibility and do all those things I’ve always dreamed of doing, I have an overwhelming desire to “settle” for awhile. I want to learn how to make a really good muffin! I want to find the best way to keep slugs off my basil plants! (I’m trying Epsom salts, by the way). I want to be…a housewife!
Yes, a housewife, that’s what I’ve been lately. Prez has been partner/husband extraordinaire these past few years – taking on more and more of the “real work” responsibility so that I can focus on my writing. But now that the novel manuscript is complete and out to publishers (still waiting on that, if you’re wondering) I find myself with actual time on my hands quite often. I still write every day, but I also try to make sure that the house is clean, various chores are done, and there’s a tasty meal on the table when the big fella gets home.
While it all sounds very June Cleaver, and my younger self would have rolled her eyes at me, what I’ve discovered is that marriage isn’t what we’re sold in Harlequin novels and cheesy romantic comedies. It’s a partnership. It’s give and take. It’s recognizing the sacrifices your partner makes and doing your best to return the favour when you can.
In September, Prez and I will sit down and evaluate our situation, and decide what path we will choose to follow next. But until then, you can find me in the kitchen, or the garden.
I’ll be the one with the martini glass in her hand.
Until next time, I hope this finds you healthy, happy & lovin’ life!