My husband cooks on
the weekends,
sometimes during the
week.
He's a better cook
than I am.
He doesn't worry
about calories.
He uses salt and
butter,
just like Paula
Deen,
and even though that
is my name,
I can't bring myself
to do the same.
I like food the way
it is.
It needs no extra
flavoring.
Simple, fresh, and
raw,
on this I am
unwavering.
So when my children
ask,
and I tell them what
I'm going to cook,
their faces change
from inquisitive.
They give me that
disgusted look.
But when they see
their dad
sharpening knives at
the table,
they know that he's
about to cook
(and meat and cheese
are his staple).
But seriously,
I CAN follow a
recipe.
Yet he can
improvise, and make a delicious surprise.
He is a better
cook than I.
by: Paula D. Nevison
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