brendan is a much better cook than me. plus, he likes cooking. he is our main cook in our family, and has been since we were married (probably before that). but i frequently made meals in the early days, because he worked shifts a lot. but since otis was born, i haven't generally made dinner. when he works on tuesdays, we usually have leftovers or something simple like a frozen pizza or tuna melts.

but tonight, i made pancakes and breakfast sausages. the kids were occupied, so that freed me up to not have to multi-task. but i still scalded myself, started a small fire, and burnt at least one side of each pancake.

my initial reaction was to write a self-deprecating facebook post about what a sucky cook i am compared to brendan. but then i changed my mind. i thought eff that! i don't NEED brendan (i love and appreciate him, and i'm SUPER grateful for his delicious cooking), but i would not starve without him. i would manage, and I SHALL!

the reality is that i cook things on way too high heat. so step one... turn down heat.

step two... think through how long things take, and order them accordingly

step three... start with less, then add more (pancake mix, oil, etc) as needed

step four... practice makes progress! i'm seriously considering making pancakes and sausages EVERY tuesday until i master these one meal.

we start to believe we can't do things, when we tell ourselves we can't.

we start to believe we are not able, when focus too much on other people's ability.

i'm not a victim of my own unsuccessful cooking experiences. this door is not closed to me. i just need to push it wider open and walk on through.