Friday, October 26, 2007
Someone's Not In the Kitchen With Dinah (Or, Le Menu)
As far as the nature vs. nurture argument goes, either way you cut it, cooking doesn't run in my family.
We simply don't do it.
That's not to say we don't love food - quite the opposite. We just don't like to get down and dirty with the culinary arts ourselves.
Last night, my mother called around 7:30 and I had to rush her off the phone:
"I can't talk now. I'll call you this weekend."
"You sound like you're in a hurry."
"Well, a friend is coming over for dinner."
Yes, my mother was that shocked. She continued:
"Am I suddenly not your child? Of course not. I'm ordering in."
"Oh, thank God. I was worried. For a second, I thought it was something other than a Bring-Your-Own-Take-Out-Menu type of thing."