Can we have a heart-to-heart, you and me? Ok.
I don't consider myself the world's greatest cook. I think I've mentioned that a time or two. If there is anything that causes me great insecurity, it is what I do in the kitchen.
I try, I honestly do, but cooking, although I do it just about every single day has yet to become something that I actually enjoy doing. (Baking...maybe!)
Take today for instance (and yesterday for that matter)...I spent THE ENTIRE DAY standing at my stove skinning tomatoes, and grinding up onions, cilantro, and jalapeño peppers to make salsa. I have also been cooking up multiple batches of applesauce, seasoning it, and mashing it by hand so it would be just the right chunkiness.
It has smelled so good all day.
And just as I was giving myself permission to feel a sense of satisfaction, I started to finally can these bad boys...and this happened. Something that I swear always happens. One of my lovely jars of applesauce...the applesauce that I worked all day on, broke when it hit the boiling water.
I knew it was going to happen to. I knew it. All of those hours wasted...hours that I could have been outside playing in the sunshine with my babies. Gone.
Now all I feel like doing is having myself a good cry. Do I have your permission to have a good cry over wasted applesauce...perfectly, lovely, tasty applesauce?
Please say yes.
PS - I was about to resign myself to a good cry, and then I learned that MMM has created a new website called BonaFide, and I'm all...well, I'm only slightly less depressed.
Go check it out: