A few months after Thomas and I were married, I stopped working at the bookstore and made my new gig as wife a full time thing.
Boxes unpacked? Check!
Bathroom cleaned? Check!
Carpet vacuumed? Bed made? Check and Check!
I reigned as queen of our little house, except in one room. The kitchen.
Sure, I unpacked all those neat gadgets we received as wedding presents - waffle iron, blender, bread maker, food processor, toaster, crock pot, and coffee maker - but, except for the coffee maker, I had yet to use any of them. They were more shiny decorations than cooking instruments.
The kitchen had to be conquered. If I was going to step up to that stove, I figured I should start with something I knew. I thought back to the few times a year my mom cooked. It was either a pot roast, pork chops, artichokes, or chicken with Dale's Seasoning. I remembered helping her with the pork chops once, so I decided that would be a good place to start. Pork Chops with Cream of Mushroom Soup.
I called my mom, and got the recipe.
Ingredients bought and assembled, I was ready to cook. My plan was to have dinner on the table when Thomas got home from work. I followed mom's recipe exactly, thinking to myself that this was easier than I expected it to be. When the pork chops were finished, they looked just like the ones my mom made.
I was Tracie, Queen of the Kitchen, Chef Extraordinaire.
I was so proud of myself. Until an hour after dinner, when I started to feel...something. Something, not so good.
Something that was definitely not queen-like.
It was the first time I cooked after getting married...and I gave myself food poisoning.
This is why I don't eat pork chops, and why Thomas does all of the cooking.
The Red Dress Club prompt:
The first time I ___-ed after ___-ing.
Have you ever accidentally poisoned yourself or your loved ones?
(please tell me I'm not alone in this!)
Since I those early days of marriage, and in the time since I first wrote this post, I have become a bit more proficient in the kitchen. I think it is good to look back at this on those days I'm tired of making dinner. A good reminder of how grateful I should be that I can cook dinner for my family without making us all sick.