Beneath the Wraps

Roland loves to cook.   He enjoys baking.   The kitchen is his domain.   Overall he is a really good cook. I can follow a recipe (usually) but I don’t enjoy cooking.   I do enjoy eating though.   Unfortunately it shows.           When he was working on commission, Roland cooked dinner all of the time.   It was great!   Especially when he would get a hold of abandoned recipe books and feel inspired to make something different every night.   I didn’t always like what he fixed, but for the most part it was awesome.           He has since found a job that pays an income that we can actually budget with.   But because he is required to do at least 40 hours a week,   I am now in charge of making the meals.   Roland doesn’t complain exactly, but always asks why I did this or why I didn’t do that or gives me helpful suggestions on how I can ...

          I admire those who have the talent of decorating cakes which appeal to the eye.   I have seen waterfalls cascading over islands, mermaids swimming in a lagoon, realistic looking animals and mighty castles.   I have a hard time just getting a cake to look like a cake.           I don’t claim ever having made a cake from scratch.   It’s quite satisfying just to know that I can do it from the box.   It’s always a surprise to the family when they learn that it was me and not Roland who made it.   But usually the presentation alone tells you which one of us made it.           I greased the pans I used for the last cake I made.   I greased them rather well, I thought.   But neither came out terrifically smooth.   One broke in the process.           I made ...