How About One More Sappy Story About Cooking?

  Whoa.
I don't often whoa myself, but whoa Sarah. Get down wit yo bad self! Yup, thank you for asking, I cooked all of those.  I'm full of stories lately it seems, like the pool toy story. Perhaps it is the time of year, with Christmas and my birthday coming up and all, but here is one more story. 
In my early years of growing up, my mom was the chef of our household. My mom was the bomb. She worked full time, cooked, cleaned, was the best cheerleader ever and never missed a single game of mine, ever. My mom did it all, had it all, was it all.... and I don't feel for one second like she wasn't there for me at anytime I needed her.  My mom was able to do it all because she had my dad (and vice versa, of course). Teamwork people, teamwork. 
Any who back to the point here... My dad retired when I started 6th grade, so he took over the cooking duties. He had no idea how to cook, he had never cooked a day in his life. He used to get all of the recipes from his homeboy the food network, and take notes during the shows. He would plan his dinner all day long, writing down every ingredient and visiting the grocery store every day. There was no weekly meal planning for him, it was one meal at a time. One grocery store trip per day. 
He would spend hours, take forever and leave my mom and me starving. Dinner finally would hit the table, hours later, and it was delicious. But we never had to tell him that because he would spend the evening exclaiming, "Man Annie (that's my mom) I really outdid myself on this one, I really outdid myself!" He broke his hand once and even dislocated his shoulder a few times from patting himself on the back so hard.  Now I'm cooking regularly for the first time time in 27 years. I scroll Pinterest all day long, pinning everything that looks doable, taking notes and making lists. I write down each ingredient I need for the recipe of the night, then hit up Kroger just to get the things I need for that night's meal. There is no weekly meal planning for me, it is one meal at a time.  One grocery store trip per day. 
I feel so bad because I'm so slow. I spend hours and take forever and usually leave CB starving. I've got to read my notes, go back and find that recipe I pinned and follow it step-by-step, ounce-by-ounce, tsp-by-tsp! Dinner usually hits the table hours later and I spend the whole night telling CB, "Daaaaaaaang bro, I really outdid myself on this one. I really outdid myself. You. Are. Welcome."  I even dislocated my shoulder the other day patting myself on the back...