Sunday, January 24, 2010
Men Do Cook. Really.
I was about 12 when my parents were divorced. I had four other younger siblings, two brothers and two sisters. Mom worked, so we were left to fend for ourselves a lot. Since I wasn't real crazy about doing dishes I wound up cooking a lot. Nothing fancy mind you, just the basics. Most of which wasn't all that healthy. Things like fried potatoes with onions, fried; eggs, bologna, hotdogs, hamburger, sausage etc.
After a while we all spent time at the stove. My sisters were probably more evolved than me and my brothers, but we all could whip up a quick meal when needed. We became pretty good at mixing up a batch of fudge or taffy to help satisfy our sweet tooth.
One of my breakfast favorites was to take a drinking glass and press it into a slice of bread to create a hole. I then buttered the skillet and tossed the bread in, then broke an egg into the center of the bread where the hole was. Instant egg sanwich. Quick way to fix breakfast and save one slice of bread.
After I divorced I found the skills I'd learned as a kid came in pretty handy. I moved on to some more involved recipes. I was more self reliant by being able to cook and not as desperate as some of the males who found themselves in my situation. So, everything considered I think having that experience as a kid has paid off for me.
Picture is of my younger brothers Guy and Chuck cooking breakfast for everyone at my mothers 80th birthday celibration. X.