As a woman it's often presumed that it is in our DNA to not only be masterful in the kitchen, but also enjoy it.
I'll just lay it out there; this trait is greatly lacking in my genetic make up.

Having lived in big cities most my life, where your kitchen is approximately the size of a small closet, you never feel like cooking is an essential part of daily living.
As long as you are readily stocked with the entertaining basics you're good to go.
These include, but are not limited to:
1. Wine
2. Diet soda
3. Olives
4. Microwave popcorn
5. A substantial inventory of take-out menus

I no longer live in that big city, I no longer dwell in a one bedroom apartment and I am learning that it may be time to expand my cooking skills, as well as my shopping list.

Only problem is, I don't want to learn to cook. I'm not interested in spending hours preparing a meal, that will then be consumed in a matter of minuets, with the hope of a possible "yum" or "good stuff" in between mouthfuls.

Does this make me a bad wife?
Does this make me a bad mother?

Don't get me wrong I feed them of course. Usually it's something made with tenderness and love from the Wegman's prepared food section.
I then, with all the TLC I can muster up, heat it, serve it and recycle the plastic container it came in.

Kat James