Can you imagine needing to cook three meals a day? Every day. From scratch.
Here’s how naïve I am. When Merle and I were just married—and I was falling in love with cooking (well, with him, too, of course)—I was horrified when my mother-in-law said to me in a matter-of-fact way one day, “I’m kind of tired of cooking.” I’m sure I had been rattling on and on about how much fun cooking was.
What??!! This woman who made full and amazing meals without any perceptible rise in her blood pressure? I couldn’t believe it. Hey—I needed her to be my perpetual-cook icon out there ahead of me, showing me how it’s done with utter ease.
I did go off in a corner that day to try to calculate roughly how many meals she had made so far during her marriage.