Cooking

Since our engagement, Kody and I have become increasingly aware of our own ignorance--he doesn't know how to do laundry, I don't really know how to cook. To this end, our parents sometimes strive to help us. This aid generally comes in the form of grocery money and orders to "make something for dinner". Previous successes include chili and cornbread; last night I made stroganoff and corn (I don't know why this is considered to be a normal combination in my family, but it is). I ate carrots with Kody while cooking, which is healthy, and then had a cookie for dessert, which is not.

I missed Kody in the kitchen last night. Like, a lot-- he was there, sitting in a chair, but he was too miserable to do anything but eat carrots with me and offer moral support. Cedar just hit Texas, and it's hit him pretty hard the last few days. The CF support listserve I'm a part of has been likewise uncheery recently. Winder is just a hard time for people with respiratory diseases. I hate seeing him be miserable, but it also motivates me--beyond him feeling alright, I need him healthy. Kody once told me that when we're married (or even cooking together), he'll eat whatever I eat. So now, and in the future, I will eat rabbit food.