Losing my touch????

My sister has made mention that her cooking ability has changed with each pregnancy.  I recall many times she has commented that she couldn’t make something like she used to but more specifically I remember her saying that she gained the ability to make homemade bread with her last baby.  Each time I would hear her say such things, I may not have done it physically, but in my head I know my eyes did a roll around.  Surely cooking ability doesn’t come and go with pregnancy. Or so I thought….

Fast forward to this week.  Saturday I tried to make banana bread for a cousin and also for Sunday School.  I’ve made this particular recipe a dozen plus times and I’m known at least in my college circle for it.   When I pulled it out of the oven, I was amazed.  It was flat, hard, and dry.  Strike One.

Strike Two came when I tried to do a roasted chicken and veggies.  I’ve made a few chickens and turkeys this way and they’ve been decent.  I can’t say that they turn out as good as Tia’s but they’ve been edible without much effort.  This time, was different.  Dry, Dry, Dry.  The veggies were good and we managed to eat the breast part of the chicken only after sopping it in the juice left in the pan.  Instead of trying to salvage the rest, I quickly boiled the carcas and any meat left on the bone so I could at least have some homemade stock and use the remaining meat for a casserole or something.

Strike Three came last night.  I’ve been bored with my typical weekly menu so I decided over the weekend to find a new recipe to try this week.  I found Potato, Tomato, and Onion casserole.  I was going to supplement it with Lima Beans so we had a protein but overall I thought it would be a pretty meal and fairly healthy.  I started boiling the potatoes and peeling the tomatoes the night before so as to cut some prep time.  I spent over a half an hour putting it together and then it spent 20 minutes in the oven.  I sat down as my feet were starting to get huge.  I lamented to Joel that I didn’t think I wanted what I had just cooked.  His response was the usual, “you’re a good cook, we’ll give it a try, if it doesn’t work, we’ll do something else.” I tasted it and scaled my mouth.  I got it down but it was bland, and boring without much pizazz.  There was no way I could eat a whole plate of this so ChickFilA found us in their drive thru.  I ended up throwing the whole thing away with much disappointment wondering if my sister’s words were really true. 

I still don’t have the results of my glucose test.  I am going to try to call yet again today in hopes of reaching the nurse.  Tonight will be quick burritos at home, birthing class, and a tour of the hospital.  I’ve been so very busy here at work this week, I’ve been exhausted by the end of the day.  I’m hoping today is a slight bit different.  Friday night we will head to a neighboring town to pick up my china I ordered and spackle the holes in the wall to prepare for painting.  Saturday will be painting and the fair (I’ve been given 4 free tickets through work) with some friends.  Sunday is sure to be a day of rest, or at least I hope so. 

Today must begin so I should get busy again.  There are calls to legislators to make, data to look up, election mailers to proof for errors, and board slides to complete and now a phone to answer.  That is if my memory doesn’t fail me now….