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Day 17: who’s buying what?

17 Jan

It’s my night to cook dinner.

Wish I would have remembered that small piece of very important data before I left the house this morning without:

  • a plan
  • a recipe
  • a clue

Here’s the faulty part of my new strategy to cook every other night:
“Someone” needs to remember that “she” doesn’t really know how to create a “dinner” without a “recipe” because  just running to the grocery story without a plan is like putting a five-year old in a ice cream store.

Disaster.

Honestly, even when I do have a recipe the results can be dangerous.
Like last week’s vegetable curry. The recipe called for Poblano Peppers but Justin swears I accidentally bought habanero. Holy Hot Sauce, Batman!

So tonight, on my way to Whole Foods I called Justin in a panic and campaigned for rotisserie.  “I could just pick up a rotisserie chicken again, that was good last time, right… right??” I presented this in my best girlfriend-of-the-year voice.

Denied.

He reminded me that my promise to myself was to cook more so I learn what goes into my food, so I am aware of what goes into my body. It was not a nightly sprint to the prepared foods aisle at Whole Foods.

Luckily he spotted a recipe at home and identify the missing ingredients from our refrigerator, then recited to me over the phone: Chicken, Rosemary and Oregano.

Justin also reminded me that sometimes stores package the fresh meat in larger quantity and there is a price break. He rambled a lot of other really important advice but it didn’t quite make it to my membranes. I was sitting in my car repeating “Chicken, Rosemary, Oregano, Chicken, Rosemary, Oregano” as not to forget the shopping list.

My man is a gourmand who knows where to find the good food.

And, it could be catching.
My friend Ronan Doyle wrote an eloquent blog post this week commending a new survey that finds 51% of men are primary grocery shoppers, but few believe advertising speaks to them.

I applaud Ronan’s words:
“This isn’t 1960 anymore. Women work. Men change diapers. Both parents drop kids off and pick them up from school. Gender roles have blurred, and most families are partnerships. It’s 2011 — men do the shopping, too.”

Justin certainly does in our household.
He may end up doing all the cooking again after this year of experimenting with me in the kitchen — if we make it safely to the other side. And, if this year results in me being banned from the kitchen, that’s okay. At least I’ll know what goes into that whole cooking process and know how to support him in it.

Isn’t that what teamwork is all about?

Now, excuse me, I think I need make sure the chicken isn’t burning…
Never mind. I can hear Justin fixing it now.

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