Well, that’s not going to happen

 

I’ve become somewhat of an annoying repeater. Every time I go out to eat now, I say to my sig other, “I could totally make this.”

Now he just raises his eyebrows and laughs because it never quite happens.

But I really do mean it in the moment. I go through all the steps and envision myself walking out of the kitchen into the courtyard, wearing my Kiss the Chef apron that highlights my waist and present this mouth-watering beautiful dish that will bring smiles all around.

Well, at least I experience it this way in my brain. The best tasting dishes I have “made” came from mixing this package with that package – so in reality, there’s very little homemade in it.

Whenever I try to make something from a recipe, it never turns out the way I tasted it from someone else. Whenever the other person serves what they have made, it prompts the thought that I can actually make it and then the audible, “Can I have the recipe for that?” comes out.

I think the smile that comes along with the, “Of course!” from the other person is really a smirk accompanied by the thought, She’ll never pull that off.

And they’re right, I rarely do pull it off when copying a recipe. But, if I can make my own and take from this and take from that, somehow I get something pretty damn good and it’s nothing like what I intended. So, when I look at a recipe, much like I do at the sci-fi book I am supposed to read for next book club, I think…

that will never happen.