Recently E requested to make dinner on Sundays to which I responded, are you sure?
Yes, he told me, if I don’t practice cooking *sometimes,* I’m going to forget how.
And funny enough, I’ve already lived out that scenario; the last time I saw my ex-husband I learned he had forgotten how to cook when he absolutely wrecked my kitchen making inedible fish tacos. What a parting gift! E would never, but still, I am relinquishing control for one day of the week. In baby steps.
I’ve decided he will cook on Tuesdays, as that is the day he is home and I am out in the world running my introvert battery to death. Today we’re having lentil soup leftover from Sunday. Yes that’s right, I couldn’t pull it together enough last week to prep a single fun thing for any of the numerous holidays I might have celerbated and we ate lentil soup. It was nice though— fragrant onions and ginger, caramelized tomato paste, curry powder, porridgey red lentils, coconut milk and confit garlic. I added frozen peas and roasted okra and served it over rice with cilantro.
Tonight, same same but different: instead of rice, E is going to make Greek yogurt flatbread brushed with oil from our last jar of confit garlic. He’ll aslo add frozen peas and chard from the garden instead of okra. Like I said, baby steps.