If at first you don't succeed...

So I gave the whole cooking thing another try tonight. My dear husband was sitting in front of the television watching a basketball game while I was slaving away in the kitchen. I attempted to be a bit less formal this evening (the only pearls were the onions) and the cooking was more successful. When everything was ready I called my husband to the table and we enjoyed our meal together and he ate everything! What a relief. The inner Donna is working...or maybe it was just the nice people at Pasta Roni...Thanks for those boxed meals!

My Inner Donna Reed

As I embark upon my first year of marriage, I am striving to be the quintessential wife. My model for this? None other than Donna Reed. No other woman could keep her heels and pearls so beautiful while cooking fabulous dinners for her family and maintaining an impeccably clean home. The dilemma? I can't cook. Tonight I made my husband's favorite and when presenting the meal to him, the reaction of "I'm not hungry" said it all. Still, with Donna on my side, I will learn to cook, I will be clever, and yes I will vacuum in stilettos.