Believe it or not, it's my first time to cook something for my family. Normally, at home it is my husband who cooks. It's his profession anyway and me, I'm not really interested in cooking, sad to say for a woman and a mother of three at that.
Usually, I am the "instant" type of person. Microwave is my best friend if my husband is not around.
Well, I don't really know how to cook. Ok, I know how to bake and I rarely do, just for birthdays and special occasions. Which is 5 times a year for our family or if I include my brother and his family, that would be 8 times a year.
Yes, I still visit the kitchen once in a while to help wash the dishes and that's it. Don't get me wrong, I was raised to appreciate more the "eating" part than the "cooking" part of life.
From my grandmother to my aunts, (and that stops there) they were all good cooks. Actually, they were the best. During town fiestas, our neighbors can't wait to have a taste of my Titas' cooking, 'cause they were so extra-ordinary in preparing mouth-watering wonderful dishes. And me? I am the best taste-er. Instead of preparing food, I am more interested in eating it.
But today, I prepared it and cooked it. To tell you honestly, I did really enjoy (ok, a little bit) the process of preparation and I looked forward for the outcome with great anticipation.
Flashback first: about 10 years ago, my husband is teaching me how to cook step by step. He told me to wash that, peel this and cut those. Put salt, sautéed it and bring to boil.
I did those step by step. And here comes the dinner time.
One thing I love about my husband is that he can't and don't know how to lie. You can see the answer right there and then as he tastes what I cooked. And my cooking career stop just right over his first bite.
Another thing I love about him is that he is always a gentleman. He wouldn't want to hurt my feelings so he said instead, "hmmm... Not bad, yes, really, its not bad. But you don't have to worry about cooking next time. I'm always here. I'll do it." So I let him do it.
But this time it is different. I had the idea of what to cook. I prepared it, i cooked it and the highly anticipated result was also shown on my husband's face. He surely love it and the kids love it too. But hey, don't get me wrong again, I won't be starting a cooking career, just to let you know. And please I didn't even cook a 7 course meal. I just did a "gratin de pomme de terre." Very simple, very easy to prepare yet very tasty. But I'm really proud of my accomplishment as well as my husband and kids. In one sitting, it showed how they love my very first "gratin," as much as how I love my very first cooking experience.
Bon appétit!
