Tonight I slowly lifted the spoon from the sauce pan to my lips. The first taste of the blueberry-honey sauce was amazing. I had just made it for the pork shoulder that sat in my crock pot all day with spices, honey and olive oil. I took a slice of pork out of the crock pot. I drizzled the fresh sauce on top of the tender piece of pork. I savored the first and second and third bites. Amazing.
I chuckled at myself. “You’ve come a long way baby,” is what I thought. And then I really chuckled because I don’t smoke, yet that slogan seemed to fit perfectly.
When my husband and I first met, my cooking skills included making turkey sandwiches, mac and cheese from a box and warming up a can of soup or SpaghettiOs. Prior to that I didn’t HAVE to cook. I either lived at home (thanks mom!) or lived in a college dorm (caf food or take out!). Ironically, my husband cooked for me when we celebrated his birthday for the first time together. We both get a good laugh out of that now!
When we married, we had a deal. He cooked. I cleaned. That worked wonderfully for the first (pre-kid) six years of our marriage. That all shifted when I became a stay-at-home mom. It was all of a sudden my responsibility to make sure we had a warm (or sometimes cold) meal to eat.
Sometimes I have done a great job taking care of this. Sometimes I have failed miserably. I’ve stared at the clock thinking, “Oh. No. What can I throw together?” I’ve attempted recipes that turned out horrible. I’ve been reminded by my kids and husband, “Please don’t try three new meals within the same week.” And sometimes, I simply amaze myself. Tonight is one of those nights.
Now to go get some seconds on this amazing meal!
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