Panic!

I first realized I had a distaste for cooking when I flunked out of cooking class in junior high.  I mean seriously who flunks out of cooking class?  Referred to today as "specials", cooking is right up there with sewing, art and gym. Back in the day, they were considered easy "A"s. To get one in cooking class all you had to do was show up, make a batch of cookies from scratch, and the A was all yours.  I rarely showed up, burned my cookies(and the cookie sheet) beyond recognition, and if I remember correctly, started a small fire when I dangled a dishrag too close to the heating element. That was the beginning of what would become a life long distaste for cooking.  As luck would have it, I went on to marry someone who liked to cook almost as much as I hated to.  It is a well known fact in my house that "Mom's home cooking", consists of opening a drawer, pulling out a menu, making a phone call, and going to pick it up.  So needless to say I was struck with panic today when I realized a very important ingredient was missing in my adventure scenario.  SOMEONE WHO CAN COOK! There is an upside to this.  My son recently said he wanted to drop 15 pounds.  Looks like that will be easier to do than he first thought.  :-)