When I was in Utah one of my sisters in law mentioned that she had heard from 2 or 3 others in our family recently that I was “the perfect homemaker”. I know a backhanded compliment when I hear one, and that was definitely one of them. But then I got to thinking about it, and decided I don’t care if they were being snippy about it, it’s something I truly do enjoy. I think having my mom stay at home and be an example of a homemaker has a lot to do with it. While I didn’t do a ton of cooking or decorating while I lived at home, it instilled deep down a desire and love for it that emerged once I got married and kept a home (or apartment!) of my own.
There’s a crispness in the air lately, and temps are way down at night. It’s definitely starting to feel like fall and football weather. One of our sweet friends who is moving away very generously gifted us with a 5.5 qt Le Creuset French (not Dutch!) Oven. It’s absolutely gorgeous and I cannot wait to make some delicious soups, roasts, and sauces in it. Perfect for fall. I get excited just looking at it. I even checked out a few cookbooks and flagged a ton of recipes to try in the next couple months.
I feel like this pot is the start of a change. A change to eat better food, to be a nicer person, to be a better mom and wife. I still kind of feel like I’m riding my high from Education Week. I just love BYU. The feeling there is so amazing. Everything is so clean, and everyone is so nice, and you really just feel a different spirit walking on campus. No lie, I teared up a little walking off campus the last day. You just can’t not feel good there.
So if people want to hate on me because I like to cook for my family, and have a clean home, and enjoy my “job” as a homemaker as much as I can, they can. Besides, I’d rather be called a perfect homemaker snarkily than a crappy homemaker truthfully!