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Nommy Food Day!

Although I still struggle with my 1950′s Housewife vs. Modern Woman’ness, I am definitely on a 1950’s housewife kick today. I made a list this morning of things that I had to accomplish around the condo, including: wash the dishes, empty the dishwasher, end up filling it up again and rerunning it, laundry, unpack more things, dinner (I went with tacos), etc. Normally I end up putting all of this stuff off until Fiancé is home, since during the day I enjoy watching my trash TV from the previous night, but not today!

I felt so accomplished as I started crossing things off of my list. It was nice to feel accomplished; I haven’t felt this way in awhile. Even though last night Fiancé said that he would make dinner tonight, I knew he wouldn’t have time for it. He has a lot of homework due at midnight, tonight, and he only started last night. I decided I would make dinner, as usual, to be nice and so I could actually eat something yummy.

Since part of my birthday present, from my sister, was a rolling pin. And might I just say, it is the most awesome rolling pin ever! I played percussion for nine years, and the rolling pin she got me is from a company that mostly makes drumsticks and mallets. Anywho, since I finally have a rolling pin I could properly make these amazing 100% whole wheat tortillas.

And so I did. And they were awesome. Seriously, you HAVE to try these. Fiancé even complimented them, and I didn’t have to fish for that compliment. Plus, the rest of the tacos were also very yummy.

When I went to 100 Days of Real Food, for the tortilla recipe, I saw “Pumpkin Spice” Hot Chocolate and I think I died a little on the inside. I MUST TRY THIS NOW! All of the Starbucks around here either make you pay to park, is a bia to get in and out of, or is far away. So trying to get my Pumpkin Spice Latte fix is kind of hard.

Today I am okay with the fact that I am a 1950’s housewife, because I’ll be damned if today hasn’t been full of yumminess and minor accomplishments!


1950’s housewife vs. Modern woman

It’s been a few more days than normal, I know. And for that, I am sorry. Also, a side of caution, I drove 4 hours today so whatever I say may not make sense or be horribly phrased. Again, sorry.

I am currently finding myself in a bind between being a modern woman and a 1950’s housewife. I don’t like it and I’m not sure what to do about it.

I like cooking and it is always a time where I can just be alone and think. I also am a semi-neat freak. I just like things cleaned, because the flyers and junk that you get in the mail is meant for the trash-not the top of the fireplace, the floor, or the entryway table. Old science magazines, homework articles, xbox remotes, and books are also not meant for the living room floor. So to me, it’s easy. I clean the whole place up and then it looks pretty, just like I want.

But then goes the other side of my brain. I shouldn’t have to clean up after him. I am clean, so I clean my own things up after I make a mess. If you ignore my bedroom that is. That has, and always will be a lost cause. Don’t bother trying to cure that problem.

Anyway, I don’t feel like I should have to clean up after him. It’s not my job, I’m not his mother. He is a grown man who should be able to clean up after himself….but he can’t. And then there is the food issue. I shouldn’t HAVE to make food all of the time. Although I do give him credit that he doesn’t expect me to cook for him or have dinner ready when he gets home.

But I like real food. I don’t eat ramen, as I don’t like it, and other than pasta I am pretty sure this is the only thing he knows how to make. Unless you count grilling something, but I don’t because all he does is throw it on the grill/George Foremen. Can someone teach him how to cook, please?

I know I am not the only one that struggles between wanting to take care of the home/their man and being an independent woman and having them do something. It’s nice to have the option and it being socially acceptable for them to do work, but it makes life confusing.