I hate cooking for other people.
I know, this makes me un-girlie, but let me explain.
My 110 year old home has a tiny kitchen, which we will someday renovate; but for now, it is pint sized. Also, I have three large dogs who feel the need to occupy every square inch of the tiny kitchen. Lastly, 99% of the meals I make are for a toddler, which means that perfect desserts and wine pairings are currently outside of my repertoire.
You are probably shaking your head because you can make a five-course-meal starring mac ‘n cheese, although your kid probably loves anything more fancy and healthy than mac ‘n cheese. So go ahead, judge away. But, know that I haven’t always been this way.
I love having a house full of people. And, I love doing nice things for people. It’s just that at this point in my life, I don’t feel adequate in the cooking or hosting arenas.
This realization was sad, and a bit embarrassing. I want my home to be warm and inviting, but in telling myself that we’ll get there in a few years, I’ve created the opposite of warm and inviting.
A home is a house that’s lived in. The toys don’t always have to be in place and the food doesn’t have to rival that of a gourmet chef. An authentic person is okay with sharing this reality and a true friend is okay with seeing it.
I love going to a friend’s house when things don’t look perfect. It makes them human and I appreciate that. But, I seriously struggle with anyone seeing my home in less than perfect condition.
In the last few weeks, we have had friends over a handful of times. We have made simple dinners that we would eat regardless of company. And, I didn’t worry too much about the toys that have replaced toddler-height decorations.
So, I’m trying. I won’t be having Martha Stewart over anytime soon, but if you’re cool with just sharing a meal and playing with toy trucks, my door is now a little more open.
Do you have any tips or cheats to help a girl out? Or, maybe a dinner guest philosophy?