Betty Crocker on Crack!

I'm really grateful I am a mom in this day and age because I COULD NOT hack it in the 1950's. I'm really grateful for who I married because my husband cares values me more for my education and my opinions on economics and politics than for my cooking skills. This is a good thing because if that were not the case I would be single (after all the only thing home cooked so far this week was when I put a sweet potato and some green beans in the microwave while he grilled our salmon on Monday... otherwise it has been DiGiorno pizza and brats on the grill).

Nevertheless I am not putting down my dear friends who are culinary geniuses. In fact I revere you for your talents! I read my friends blogs on cooking and I hear of their tales during girls nights; and you inspire me. So much so that I bought a series of cook books this past month (I can cook some great Mexican and Puerto Rican dishes but I want to branch out with more variety and healthier alternatives). I became determined that I too could be the cute chick in pearls baking the pies.

I was wrong! In one week I've managed to ruin a fish meal, apple crisps, and a pumpkin desert. ALL TASTED HORRIBLE. All were cooked unevenly. And yes ALL Of them Chris ate with a smile on his face and asked for seconds. Add in a very horrible experience trying to make a modge podge craft w/some friends (Harm can do better in his pre-k class) I'm trying not to let all the "house wife" failures get me down.

I guess I'm just not meant to be Betty Crocker (which is probably good considering Chris has a sweets addiction) or Suzy Homemaker. I just hate failing. Just know all my dear friends with great talents in cooking, home organizing, crafts, and cleaning... I don't like you any more.

Edit: Chris states officially for the record that none of these dishes were as bad as I state. Of course this is the man who also is asking me if we were married on the 27 or 26th...