Preparing food is not a joy for me. Perhaps the opposite of love. Okay, I hate it. I do it because I need to eat, but I don’t like it. I am more likely to do it for loved ones, but I still seek shortcuts.

Family and church potlucks are doable because we work as a team. I cook for our scrapbook retreats because I get to only do 1 of 6 meals, and then I’m done. I do simple recipes. I tried gravy this year, and I won’t be doing that ever again – too many steps. Although the cheesey meatloaf was enjoyed by many, even though an adult snagged a forkful from the top before many came for dinner because he couldn’t identify it. That was worth the effort. Gravy is not.

Fortunately, others enjoy cooking and baking. And I enjoy their efforts. Eating oui it is often twice nice because of left overs. When I do cook … anything, I try to make enough for at least one more meal.

I’m grateful for those who do cook. What activity that we need daily would you rather someone else do?

Dinner at Bells Eccentric Cafe at Christmas time. A big wreath over their fireplace.