By Lorry Myers:
When I married my husband, I moved from my parent’s house into a rented old farmhouse down a dusty gravel road. I’d never lived on my own; I didn’t have my own furniture, or my own vehicle and most certainly I didn’t own anything to fix a meal.
No saucepans, no skillets and no skills to go with them.
Growing up, one of my responsibilities was to start supper so when my mother walked in from work; we could eat sooner rather than later. It was never anything fancy, fried pork chops, hamburgers or something in a casserole dish. I cooked without caring what the end result would be because I knew my mother would be home in time to save the day.
Or rather, save the meal.
The first day home from our honeymoon, we spent unpacking wedding gifts. Shiny pots and pans and cooking utensils quickly filled the one lone kitchen cabinet in our new old farmhouse. There were fancy tools and clever gadgets that I had no clue what to do with. Still, I somewhat knew my way around a kitchen and somehow managed to convince my husband that I could cook, even though I’d never had my own kitchen to prove it.
I chose to make a meatloaf for our first dinner, simply because I had a new casserole dish and could probably, maybe, surely make a meatloaf without a written recipe.
How hard could it be?
I’d made meatloaf before following my mother’s instructions so this wouldn’t be my first try. I threw together everything I thought was needed, squished it together with my hands, patted it evenly into my new dish and set the temperature of the ancient oven.
The house promptly filled with smoke.
After assuring my new husband that I wasn’t burning down our old house, I cleared the smoke and slipped that casserole dish into the wonky oven. After 30 minutes, the meatloaf was just sitting there looking bored and uninterested. An hour later, I pulled it out and decided that nothing baking in that dish resembled meatloaf and that started me worrying. What would happen when Randy realized the woman he married had no cooking skills?
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