In a stunning development,, my brother Sam is learning to cook. It’s stunning because, in all the years we spent growing up in our large, traditional Midwestern family, the only male contribution to the evening meal was the belching.
But now that Sam is an empty-nester in a home where domestic duties have always been equally shared, he’s taken up the wok, designed a new method for chopping onions (see photo), discovered his inner Julia, and even made chili for the Super Bowl. (It was delicious. Recipe from Food52.)
And he’s blogging about it at “Greetings From The Empty Nest”:
“There are two meals on our dinner menu: the Let’s Create Something Wondrously Gourmet Special, and the I Don’t Give A Shit What We Eat Platter.”
Sam admits that the latter category is the one most often selected. His blog currently features a photo of a one recent I.D.G.A.S.W.W.E. Platter that consisted of a few limp spinach leaves and a nicely grilled, bun-free hot dog.
Okay, so the photo doesn’t inspire you to invite yourself to the Harper house for dinner, but I insist that Sam is a chef-in-training with unlimited potential and I look forward to seeing what he comes up with next.
With any luck, maybe his belching brothers (and even maybe my husband) will follow suit…..