“Whatcha doing?” my sister asked, her standard phone greeting.
“Just making some guacamole.” I answered.
“What? Why?” Her surprise was natural.
Growing up with a mentally ill mother, dinner was often McDonalds...when we were lucky. Other times it was a cold hotdog. I remember the night my mom made macaroni and cheese. It was the standard blue box variety, but she had forgotten to cook the noodles. As she stirred the sauce into the crunchy uncooked noodles, she realized her mistake and said, “I messed up the dinner, you’ll have to make yourself something to eat.” She then went to bed. I was left staring into a nearly empty refrigerator, and eating yet another cold hotdog for dinner.
Consequently, I've never been good at "domestic" stuff like cooking, cleaning, decorating, and crafting. Without training, I was challenged in these areas. But then something changed.
I joined a cooking co-op. If I would cook dinner just 1 night a week, for myself & three other families, then 3 nights a week I would have dinner delivered to me by another family. To someone who hated (aka can't!) cook this was a dream come true. What happened next was truly a surprise.
I had to meal plan. Once the calendar was set, grocery shopping was easier. And once I started putting some real effort into my cooking, the compliments (from my own family AND the other three families) started coming in! Soon I was buying fun kitchen gadgets (did I say fun and kitchen in the same sentence?)
Now, I can honestly say now I am a good cook. I can meal plan. I just had to learn how. Titus 2:3-5 says we older women are to teach the younger women to be "busy at home." That means cooking, cleaning, meal planning, decorating. I was never taught. But rather than carry on this omission, I am now teaching my children the joys of things like cooking.
When I received a co-op meal that included salad items including onions, tomatoes, cilantro and an avocado, I decided to use the leftovers to make some home-made guacamole. That’s when my sister called.
“We may not have had the best childhood,” I told her, “But I don’t have to hold onto those years as an excuse not to learn basic domestic skills. I am no longer stunted by those years.”
“I’m really proud of you,” she said. I smiled at her encouragement, then held back my laughter as I told her, “When life gives you avocados, make guacamole!”
What challenges are you working to overcome in your life?