I am a geographic bachelor now – the Mystery Guest Blogger is visiting her mother, so I have to fend for myself for a short while. But when she comes back home, she will be going back to work for a few months.
And that means some role reversal.
She will be the breadwinner, while I take care of the home front.
How hard can that be? I am finding out.
Of course its great fun shmushing the hamburger together with the other ingredients to make meat loaf. My mother always told us kids “Don’t play with your food,” but this is so much fun. Its kinda like making mud pies, except I have to put this in the oven. Have I ever told you I am afraid of ovens? Afraid of getting burned, I am. But, the MGB is a good teacher, and the meat loaf turned out pretty durned good.
(Be sure to click on each photo to see the full-sized version of the picture.)
I have to go to the store to buy stuff. That’s harder than I thought. I don’t know where anything is. I don’t know what the ingredients are called before they’re cooked (“Okay, do I buy a butt or a loin?) How much spaghetti do I need to buy – it looks a lot different on the plate than in the box. Do I put the apples I want in one of those plastic bags (which I had to find) and if I do, how does the check out clerk know how much to charge me? I need some rice, so I do a very unmanly thing and I ask for directions. The clerk timidly points behind me and says “Right there on the shelf, Sir.” So much for asking directions again – I can have my male ego punctured somewhere else. And speaking of rice, have you ever looked to see how many kinds of rice there are?
Because I didn’t follow Mom around the house when I was a kid, I don’t know the difference between a tsp and a Tbs. Most cook books assume the reader already knows how to separate an egg. And, why should I “pre-heat” an oven, whatever that means. Is that like warming up the engine of my car on a cold morning? Recently, the MGB showed me “clabbered” milk. Huh? Just what is a 6-cup loaf pan anyway?
I have a secret weapon. Way back in 1994, my in-laws anticipated something like this happening, and they bought me a copy of “Dad’s Own Cook Book” for Christmas. Ah – what a marvelous book for the American male who never puttered around the kitchen for any other reason than to get another beer out of the refrigerator.
Stayed tuned – I probably won’t write about my new job a lot, but there are bound to be some embarrassing moments worth writing about.
Hey – if it makes you laugh, maybe I can help brighten your day once in awhile, eh?
(Secret question for Tuan. Do you think I could become a traditional Huê girl?)