I used to be so envious of all the women that could just make amazing dishes from scratch, run a household and knit and make little bonnets on the side all while being pregnant with triplets. I hated seeing those women brag about the amazing goodies they could produce and the expensive equipment that they used to produce such yummy things that was also nutritious.
I settled for a life of passing off boxed cake and store bought icing as my own creation from scratch and at the time I had no kids. I had just graduated from college and didn’t even have a job.
I realized that I had only planned to make it out the hood, graduate from high school, get a college degree and…no more plans after that. That landed me four months of sitting in front of the TV watching Food Network al l day. After a month of watching, I realized I had so much time on my hands and so I decided to start trying to make those recipes.
There were some good days, some bad days and a few burnt days. There were also some “Let’s just go to Burger King” days.
Eventually, I started making amazing meals. Meals that I had only dreamed about making and they were all from SCRATCH!!!!
When I first realize that I could make anything from scratch, do the laundry, pop out two babies, buy a house, work full time and write the great American erotic novel , I felt like a domestic goddess.
I felt a power I had never felt before and went through a time where I did everything from scratch. Dinner started to take a longer time to make. The kids would eat and then go straight to bed. I would start breakfast at 9am and we finally get to eat it at about 11ish.
Yet, I didn’t care…at first.
I was making sweet-and-sour sauce and other things like gravy, barbecue sauce, muffins, cupcakes, birthday cakes, biscuits, Buffalo wing sauce, sweet onion sauce, coleslaw, hash browns, pancakes, waffles, etc. I made red velvet pancakes, waffles, cookies, cakes, cupcakes, muffins, brownies (Ok I love Red Velvet. Can you tell?)
It felt great and my family was happy with all the good food they were getting. After a few months of that, something happened that I could not have guessed would happen to me. Not to me.
I burned myself out.
I didn’t want to cook. I started just buying precooked skillet meals from grocery stores and ordering fast food. We had fried chicken two days a week because that was the only food that my 13 year old could cook. Cereal was back on the menu (sorry no more pancakes from scratch).
After a couple of weeks, I started to get by cooking power back (Oh how I missed it).
It was a scary experience that left me a little traumatized.
I decided that I needed to give myself a break. I hated feeling burned out. So I decided it was okay to use some help from the store sometimes and just add my own twist. I even love this show on Food Network that shows you how to cook and make things semi homemade.
It just takes so much time to cook from scratch. When children started popping out it became harder. Trying to be a mom, a writer, COO of the Harris Home, a businesswoman and a food goddess all at the same time was causing me to burn out.
So in one of these jobs that I do, I had to give myself a demotion.
Semi-domestic goddess it is.