Mama Mia in Malawi

Yay for me, I am a good cook! I have said this before, but I will say it again. I used to hate cooking! I hated thinking about what to cook, shopping for ingredients, prepping and most of all, actually putting the meal together. I dreaded dinner time and often felt pressured to make something wonderful for my starving husband. I also felt guilty for not wanting to cook, as all good wives are skilled in the kitchen, right? Last year, all I wanted was a sandwich before bed. Of course I was pregnant, but I felt that way before I was pregnant, too!

Living in Malawi has really forced me to face my fears of cooking: handling different meats, chopping vegetables I had never tasted and standing on my feet in 90 degree weather with the oven on. I know that cooking nice dinners isn't what makes a woman an excellent wife, but it sure helps me feel a little bit better about not being able to get the laundry done!

Pesto pasta with polenta and mozzarella stuffed tomatoes.

Fried chicken and cashew stir fry

Elijah has enjoyed his cous cous with tomato and cilantro.

Sadly, this is the only image I have for my baked ricotta stuffed shells with red sauce. I thought it was so cute, though that there was a large dish, a medium dish and a baby dish. It just worked out that way because there was so much food and not enough large casserole dishes.