Okay, I’m not sure non-foodie is even a term, but it definitely applies to me. I don’t cook. I don’t collect recipe books, or exchange recipe cards. My TV is never tuned to the cooking channels and I don’t know one celebrity chef from another, and I never post food pix on Facebook.I know. You’re gasping – pressing your hand to your heart wondering what kind of woman doesn’t like to cook? Now before I send everyone screaming in shock, I do know how to cook. I just don’t like to. I guess I come by it honest. My mom was an okay cook but her family were grocers so she fixed meals that mostly came from boxes, cans and bags mostly. My dad, a southerner, handled the biscuits and bread pudding. My husband’s family on the other hand made everything from scratch and my mother-in-law taught me how to make noodles from scratch. I’m not completely inept in the kitchen. I can bake some mean Christmas cookies.
If you’ve read any of my books you’ll see that none of my heroines are foodies either. If a scene requires food I’ll usually mention spaghetti or casseroles. Nothing fancy here. The good news is my heroines don’t seem to mind the lack of kitchen time and they always get their man in the end.
I always feel bad when there’s a fun promotion for one of our books or on the Love Inspired forum that suggests everyone post their favorite recipes. I don’t have any. I was a good mom and cooked meals while the kids were growing up. I just don’t enjoy preparing food or coming up with dishes to eat each day. When we have pot luck with friends or at church, I have to bring something precooked.
I think I might have been more inclined to experiment, but hubby is a meat, potatoes and corn kind of guy. When we moved to the Deep South we did learn to eat crawfish and gumbo, though I never mastered the basic foundation of cooking in Baton Rouge – “first you make a rue”. Nor did I master the art of deep fried catfish when we moved to Mississippi.
I’ve come to realize that being a good cook is a gift much like the ability to write a book. My son understands flavors and food combinations and what tastes will work well together. He loves cooking and baking and inventing new recipes. That’s a gift the Lord gave him because he surly didn’t get it from me. However, give me a big back yard with nothing in it and I can create a space you’d never want to leave.
Or ask me to sew up a costume in two days for my granddaughters and I’ll deliver Elsa in all her glitter. Sigh. But food?
Alas my poor heroines will be lacking in the culinary department. I know I could do research and create a heroine who’s a chef, but there are so many other professions I would like to learn about more.
Okay so how many of you aren’t that fond of cooking? I know I can’t be the only one who would rather clean house than cook. Or dig in the dirt in the garden than dig inside a chicken.
Whew. I feel so much better. My secret is out. Now, where are we going to go to eat tonight? Five Guys? Logan’s? Maybe a fish house…….