People who know me, know that I struggle in the kitchen (and other parts of life that I'd like to avoid admitting so early on). I have been known to confuse Tbsp with tsp (which does not make for a tasty pumpkin cake) and I have washed dishes with a basting brush (I'll have to share that story another time); my idea of "cooking" was once microwave broccoli, chicken strips with lemon pepper seasoning and Pasta Sides on the stovetop. In the last several years I have enjoyed much tastier meals - a few cooked by myself and many others cooked by my husband (who inherited his mother's culinary wonderfulness) and my father (who is the master of all cooking in my household growing up). I am like my mother in the kitchen, I have one really good dish that I only cook once a year.
Okay, I'm not that bad but I have
been known to turn on a fire alarm or two.
So I have decided to really learn how to cook, bake, crochet, other domesticated-like things and maybe even build something with my own two hands (I said maybe!). Along the way I'll continue my happy journey of running. I believe that running will keep me sane :)
Welcome to my journey!