You Know Your Dad’s a Chef When . . . Part 3

To all my children’s friends and their parents (current and future), please consider this a warning and an apology.

You know your Dad’s a chef when. . . you use dish towels to wipe up everything in the kitchen.

Emulsified Family

I jokingly wrote a while back that I can hardly remember using cute dish towels since I’m married to a chef.  I gave up on them a long time ago since my husband uses them for EVERYTHING in the kitchen.  We use white flour sack dish towels because they are cheap and we can bleach them.  We go through a few each day (unless my chef/husband is home cooking and then we go through most of them in the drawer.) (more…)

Putting the Long Hours of a Chef in Perspective

My cousin was 5 years old when we got married 18 years ago.  She was an adorable flower girl in our wedding.  Most of our lives we have lived a few states away from each other, but when we moved up to the Seattle area, I got to know her a little bit better.  She no longer lives nearby, but I think and pray for her often.

It’s usually on the days when I’m really lonely and struggling with the long hours of a chef that I think of her and pray for her.  Her husband is not a chef (although he cooks very well), but is deployed in the Army.  So while I sit at home, lonely and depressed about my husband who is working long hours an hour away from our house, I am reminded of her and many others, who have husbands on the other side of the world who will not be home for months. (more…)