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The Unnatural Cook

a chronicle of weekly meal plans from someone who can't just throw a meal together

Look at this beauteousness.

In the days before children, when I was still the queen, my husband did all the cooking. This is why.

Last night we had three kinds of bruschetta: walnut parmesan, tomato onion & parsley, and white bean & sage. I planned and shopped, he cooked. Even after all these years, it’s still strange to me that when he cooks it’s the exception instead of the rule. But it’s sort of one of the great things about being married – you don’t have to do everything yourself, and what you do do, can change. On the one hand, when you’re married it can be easy to slip into roles, but on the other, when you want to change, you’ve got a wingman; you’ve got support. I’m not learning to cook in a vacuum – I’m learning to cook with an experienced, creative and talented advisor on hand. And when I get tired of doing the job myself, there’s always someone to pick up the slack.


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