The War Is Over

Everybody has a skill, a talent, a craft, or an expertise.  It's true.  Everyone is good at something.  At the other end of the spectrum, sometimes, people just can't do a particular something.  No matter how much they want to, or set their mind to - they just can't do it.  Unfortunately for me, it is cooking.  I have tried.  I really have.  But last night was the last straw.  After many failures, and setting the stove on fire a few times, and convincing myself that I had salmonella after touching raw meat, I have conceded to the fact that I just can't cook.  I am really good at a lot of other things, but Chef Abby is dead.
Yesterday, I set it into my mind that I would make Sunday dinner.  The most important meal of the week.  Of course, Matt did the meat.  I really don't like touching raw meat.  I gag.  But I came home from church and peeled potatoes and put them on the stove.  Threw some canned corn in the microwave.  I know what you are thinking.  I didn't leave it in the can, I put it in a bowl, and then put it in the microwave.  Later I drained the potatoes and grabbed the mixer and started to mash them.  After about five minutes I was getting frustrated.  They just weren't mashing.  I called Matt over to look at them and here is how the conversation went:

"What is wrong with these stupid potatoes? They aren't mashing."
"Did you cook them?"
"Yes, I waited until they boiled and then I took them off the stove and drained them."
"Um, you have to cook them all the way through."
"Wait, it isn't like stuffing and once they start to boil you take it off the stove? I didn't want them to turn into soup."
"Um, no, they probably should have cooked another 15 minutes."
"Fine, we aren't having potatoes."
So for dinner, we had corn and roast.  Jeremy and Bailee could see that I was visibly upset so they tried to help:
Bailee: "Mom, maybe Dad could help you cook."
Jeremy: "Yah, he is a genius when he cooks."
This wasn't helping me at all.  In fact I was feeling worse.  Jeremy noticed that it wasn't working so he quickly changed his tactics:
Jeremy: "It's OK that you can't cook Mom.  Ya know what, Dad can't wrap presents. So it's OK."
I started crying because he was genuinely trying to make me feel better so he comes over and gives me a big hug:
"Are you crying happy tears mom?"
"Yes, I'm crying happy tears.  Thanks for making feel better."
"You're the best mom even if you can't cook."
Bailee comes over and starts hugging me.
"Yah mom, you're the best and you can still do the dishes."

So the war is over.  No more setting the stove on fire.  No more eating burnt entrees because I forgot to set the timer.  No more eating sandwiches because I ruined the meal.  From now on Matt can do the cooking, and I'll wrap the presents.