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Tortured By My Husband’s CookingFiled Under: Family Time

My husband doesn’t cook – so I rarely know what it is like to sit and wait for some one else to fix dinner while I am tortured by their culinary genius.  The closest I have gotten is a meal in a crock pot.  There is nothing more mouth watering than to come home from a long day – staved – and open the door to a house full of the smell of dinner.

Certain smells seem to make me hungrier than others.  There is something about the smell of roasting garlic and onions that will get my mouth watering day or night – morning or evening.  (I guess that’s why these are called “fragrants”).  Chicken is also something I enjoy smelling while it cooks – for some reason it does more for me than beef or pork.

I don’t think I have much to worry about when it comes to being tortured while my husband cooks.  He can scramble eggs and things of that nature, but for the most part my husband is a “warmer-upper.”  The microwave just doesn’t have the same effect as freshly cooked foods. 

Maybe there is hope for me yet.  Both of my older sons have shown an interest in cooking.  Before long, they could be the ones in the kitchen browning up some onions and causing me to wish that supper was already on the table.