I’ve blogged about it before, but I hate to cook…absolutely hate it.
I hate the planning, the searching for recipes that EVERYONE will like, I don’t even like the actual cooking.
So I cheat…as often as I can.
This holiday weekend we had 2 Bar-B-Ques to attend…Potluck.
My usual cheat? I’ll volunteer to bring the plates, napkins and utensils or the drinks (sodas, water and juice boxes). It gets me out of cooking, and someone has to bring them, it might as well be me. That, and I’m more than happy to clean up afterwards.
The first Bar-B-Cue was easy. Hot dogs, hamburgers, and everyone just brought what they wanted to. It was so casual that the hostess (my friend) said she didn’t even care if everyone showed up with all desserts. Then we’d end up with hot dogs, hamburgers and desserts. (Considering we accidentally had ice cream for dinner the other night, that sounded good to me). I brought two giant bags of assorted potato chips. The kids sang my praises! The parents? Not so much.
For the next Bar-B-Que, I got a text saying that everyone was bringing their “specialty.”
“Specialty?!” My “Specialty” is picking something up from the grocery store!
Don’t get me wrong, I am eternally grateful for those who DO cook. Woman cannot live on plates, napkins and juice boxes alone.
I think it stems from the fact that I have absolutely NO confidence in my cooking (or my presentation), so I am completely intimidated by those who do have that talent. It really is a talent.
Unless you were brought up in a family that entertained often, hostessing isn’t something that everyone has…especially me.
If you want to come to my house, you’re more than welcome. I LOVE being social. But my idea of entertaining is to invite my guests to kick off your shoes, relax (as if you were in your own home) and help yourself to whatever is in my cupboard or refrigerator. I am more than happy to hostess that way. But entertaining any other way completely stresses me out, and sets me up to fail EVERY TIME.
The next Bar-B-Que is later today. I will be stopping by the local grocery store to pick up my “specialty.” It’s a surprise, depending on what veggie platter, or sponge cake, or macaroni salad they have for purchase. Of course, I will put it into my own serving dish. I mean, I’m not a monster! LOL
And to all my friends cooking and hosting today, God bless you…some of us depend on you to do what you do best.
To my American friends, have a safe and Happy Fourth!