Cooking? Fun?

I've never been one to really enjoy cooking. Something about spending hours in the kitchen, doing work that may or may not be appreciated (when I could be doing something else that's more fun), has never really appealed to me. I do, however, enjoy the eating part. (This is reminding me of the story of the Little Red Hen.) So in order to motivate myself to be proactive about making dinner (rather than scrambling for a frozen pizza every night!), I've started planning meals around what I like to eat. Suddenly the anticipation of eating the food makes the preparation much more tolerable.

When this day began, we had no groceries in the house. So this morning the girls and I went to the store, list in hand, and restocked the house. I made a pie for the neighbors (it was a no-bake kit), and took that to them, and after spending a few minutes over there, came back home to get the potatoes cut & cooking for our dinner. We're having burgers and oven fries. Yum! Tomorrow night is chicken fajitas. Even better! (That reminds me, I need to get the chicken trimmed and marinating so it's ready for cooking tomorrow.)

This coming Sunday evening we have a church event at a city park where our church rents a pavilion, and we have lots of different musical acts sing and play. They call it "Sunday Night Sing". They'll serve hot dogs and cokes, and a wide assortment of songs. Last year I sang with an a capella sextet, and we're getting the gang back together for this. (I can't believe we haven't sung together since last year!) The song in my head is the one we're doing on Sunday, "When God Dips His Love In My Heart". Within the group, we affectionately call it "Dips". My part is mostly doo-wah's. It's a lot of fun.