Yesterday Emma needed help opening a can of Mandarin oranges. She turned to me and said, "Mom, are you thankful for can openers?"
Emma has no idea that I'm trying to find something everyday to be thankful for, so I found her comment quite profound.
Yes, I'm thankful for can openers. And microwaves. And my George Foreman grill.
I am not a chef. Nor am I a cook or baker. I don't search the Internet for new recipes. I rarely experiment with dinner. I'm not fond of menu planning or grocery shopping. I'm very bland in the kitchen, although I have a few go-to recipes that are good and plenty flavorful.
I love watching cooking reality shows like Hell's Kitchen or The Next Food Network Star or Chopped. But I often wonder how those chefs would fare in a kitchen as sparsely stocked as mine. I think it would make a great elimination challenge.
But for me and my purposes, I'm thankful for the little things in my kitchen. And maybe someday, with the proper tools and training, I'll discover my inner Julia Child.