I need to go to the farmer’s market. I was talking with Cate the other day, and she mentioned the farmer’s market was going to be starting up again soon.
I said, “I can’t wait to go to the farmer’s market!! Let me know when you go.”
Shocked, Cate said “Since when are you so excited about the farmer’s market?”
“Well, I need to get some herbs.”
At this point, I know Cate was impressed and doubtful. (I can tell.)
“Herbs?” Cate said.
“Yes, I found some cute little pots that I’m going to put on my window sill and I need to put herbs in them. I’m not going to use them I just need them for show,” I replied.
And now we are back to reality. Of course, I’m not going to cook with them! But I did promise to give Cate all the herbs that grow.
Really, I can cook, but, I just don’t enjoy it as much as all of you. Sometimes I really want to. Thoughts of the house smelling like fresh baked goods, or a homecooked dinner sound great, but, no really I don’t cook. I used to cook in my single days, but then I met my husband and he’s the kind of person who only wants to eat what he’s in the mood for, so he won’t stick to a menu plan and won’t eat what you put in front of him. Therefore, I stopped cooking. Nothing is worse than working all day and making dinner only to have the person you made it for not really eat it. Now, you all know why I don’t cook.
I have gotten better though since living next to Cate. How can I not, right?