I Can Cook. Who Knew?

I have never been a good cook. When I was about 13 I made a cake with out the oil and it was disgusting. That same year I cooked pudding on the stove in a glass bowl. For any of you who are thinking, "what's wrong with that?", Glass + heat= explostion. I broke the bowl into a thousand little tiny pieces. When I was seventeen I burned macaroni and cheese, the kinda that comes in a box, it was not even homemade. I was eighteen when I finally flipped a egg and was so excited that I made a long distance phone call to my mom in Utah.

So needless to say this has been my biggest struggle lately. It has taken three years, one husband, and two hungry boys later to finally master the skill. I have made for the first time in my life four nights in a row, good heathly, and not from a box, dinners for my family. On monday i made homemade chicken nuggets, which were good enough that we had none left. (I am feeding my in-laws too. Tough crowd) On tuesday I made a pork roast and homeade french fries. And yesterday and tonight I have made casseroles. I have finally gained enough confidence to try new things and venture out. It has been so fullfilling and I feel like I am finally one of those moms that people talk about how they miss there moms food most when gone. Hopefully I will continue to get better and better.