The Week I Didn't Have to Cook

At the beginning of our courtship, DG planned a date where he made dinner for me. I drove 40 minutes North to the condo where he was living, in Lafayette, CO for a gourmet meal of under-cooked grilled salmon, boiled potatoes and green beans (or asparagus, I can't remember, but I don't want to be accused of not being accurate). Let's just say he did not woo me with his culinary talents. And that night, it was Mr. Gibson the lover dog that did all the wooing. Since then, except for his amazing chili and the occasional Valentine's Day, I have done all the cooking. This is quite ok with both of us.

But pregnancy changes everything. Because nothing ever sounds good to eat, and food just isn't the same, I have lost the desire to cook. During the first trimester, there were several nights that I served up frozen taquitos as a meal. This coming from the woman who cooks 5 nights a week and insists on a protein, carb, and veggie at every meal.

Sunday night, after having eaten out an excessive 6 times that week-end, DG took the reins and suprised me by offering to cook every night for a week. I think he was hoping that I would turn him down and let sense take a hold with a quick reminder of his cooking skills. But honestly I was ON BOARD and left wondering if he could take over the next two weeks. He layed out a 5 day meal plan and even though nothing sounded good, I didn't care because it meant I DON'T HAVE TO COOK! Wheeeeeeeee.

We are now on Day 4 of DGs cooking extravaganza and I'm definitely not starving and the baby is getting healthy proportions of food. I still don't want to cook, and I am perfectly happy cleaning the kitchen after dinner. But I think DG is running out of ideas and learning the planning that has to go into a week's worth of meals. It's a nice lesson for both of us.