welcome to cooking 101!

Thank goodness for wonderful husbands! Let me begin this lesson by sharing a longstanding joke about me and my lack of knowledge when it comes to cooking...
So, all throughout high school and in to my early college days whenever anyone askd me to cook them something I would always respond by telling them " Oh, I would love to make you dinner, but unfortunately I don't know how to cook." For years my friends and family would tease me about it saying how pathetic it was that I was in my late teens and even early twenties and did not know how to cook.
The silliest part about it was I did indeed know how to cook, I just HATED to cook so it got me out of it every time. Then I went and decided I wanted to marry Frank, and that seemed to give me some strange desire to want to be all "wifish" and make him dinner almost every night (before we got married). The meals were starting to get better and better, and my liking to cook started turning in to my loving to cook. I was making full meals which included a variety of soups and salads as well as main dishes followed by some type of baked good. Frank grew more and more satisfied with his meals which also made me take pride in my work.
Then, two weeks ago we got married. In these two weeks of married life, I have only cooked three meals, two of which were at someone elses home. Then this past Saturday my wonderful and very loving husband slaved all day in the rain to bring in the money for us so I decided I wanted to be a fantastic wife and prepare a nice dinner for the two of us that evening. We were kind of pressed for time so I thought I'd go with something easy and basic, but filling since we'd be out most of the night. I settled on chicken, rice, potatoes and roles. How much more basic could you get.
So I began to peel the potatoes and Frank sat and watched me for a minute. I peeled one potatoe, then moved on to the rice, I payed extra attention to the directions (I NEVER follow them) then started to season the chicken. After that I went back to the potatoes and began to peel again, after a minute, Frank began to giggle, I asked what he was laughing at, and no response, I continued on with the peeling. Then he got up and walked over to me, grabbed me by the hand with the peeler in it and said, "let me show you how to peel a potatoe." I llooked at him weird and said, Umm, I know how to do that. So he let me do it. Then I headed back to the rice and got it cooking in pot, then on to the chicken. I had it in the pan on one side, and a few minutes later he walked over and said "let me show you how to cook the chicken. I frowned and said, I KNOW HOW TO COOK CHICKEN! So he walked away and I moved on to unwrapping the pre made roles, and started to use a can opener to open it and he looked at me with such a puzzled look and asked why I didn't just pull the string to open the can? I thought to myself, "oh yeah!" After that he looked at me and started cracking up and said that he really needs to start carrying a camera around when I'm the kitchen! That made for a good laugh.

Then last night we had a few close friends over to watch a movie. I was being the polite host and offered to get everyone some ice cream and make some popcorn. Simple again right? That is what I thought, then I began to scoop the ice cream out with the only large spoon we had, (which unfortunately was plastic) when Frank saw what I was doing he ran over and exclaimed "WHAT ARE YOU DOING!!!!!!" I replied, I'm serving ice cream, what does it look like i'm doing? He then told me you shouldn't use plastic spoons to scoop out ice cream. (Granted, the spoon was a sauce spoon).
Then I put the popcorn in the microwave for two minutes (not even the normal time) and after 1 minute they all were yelling at me to take it out because it smelled like it was burning. ( I have no sense of smell) So I take it out and sure enough, there was enough steem to set off the fire alarm.

I swear I am not as big of a kitchen idiot as it appears, I just had a rough time this weekend!!! :) Must have been all the pressure of being a new wife and trying to impress everyone with my skills. I guess I should take a cooking 101 class
Unfortunately for me, it backfired royally, and I ended up being the bundt of their jokes for the rest of the evening. :(