These people are hardcore rednecks that have come into some serious money because Grandpa Phil came up with a world-class duck call. The son marketed it and now they are rich. Anyway, on the show Grandpa Phil was skinning a duck and giving his grandson valuable advice about life and women.
He tells the grandson, while the duck blood is flying from the skinning, that the grandson needs to be careful when picking his woman. "Do not go for the pretty ones. Looks fade. No, you need to find a woman who is kind and carries a Bible. She can be a little homely, that's okay. But the number one thing is make sure she can cook! You are going to be with this woman for 40 plus years and you need to eat."
This all seemed like excellent advice up until the very end. It struck a chord with me because I DO NOT enjoy cooking. My poor husband got the losing end of that deal. In his defense, he did meet me while I worked at Baskin Robbins. I made a mean vanilla milkshake but that is not the same as cooking. Anyone can scoop ice cream, add milk, and set it in a fancy blender. I can see how he could have been mislead. I guess that was a little false advertising on my part. I apologize.
I hear people say they can't cook. I don't believe that. I am reminded of that chef ghost in Ratatouille, who says "Anyone can cook, but not everyone is a cook."
Don't judge me but I am no cook. I do not enjoy it. Don't get me wrong, I can follow a recipe like everyone else but I develop a sort of adult ADD when cooking. My focus fades and I think about a million other things. Cooking times, heating temps, and exact measurements bore the mess out of me. I start gauging what looks about right and skipping steps because I just want it over with. No joy comes from a perfectly cooked meatloaf or casserole because I would have been just as happy with a peanut butter and jelly sandwich.
If my poor husband sees me cooking something outside of my regular easy stuff, he always asks if I followed the recipe. Some people may be offended by this but not me. This is a very valid question. If it turns out tasting like it is missing something or burnt, I take no offense to anything being said about it. Whatever was said is more than likely true. I just wonder at what point can I do something wrong so many times that people will just say, "You know what? You don't have to cook anymore." That never seems to happen.
I admire my husband of 13 years for holding out hope and still bravely eating whatever I set in front of him. Grandpa Phil would have left me a long time ago.
