Domesticity disaster

I'm a sucker for stuffed mushrooms.  They the first thing I order when I go out to a restaurant with them on the menu.  Could I make them? No.

Which brings me to what it is I "can" cook with talent and ease.  That list is pretty limited: meatloaf (recipe-less amazingly), roasted sweet potatoes, and green bean casserole, homemade meatballs when I have the time and patience, omelettes with lots of goodies in them, one or two kinds of chicken casseroles, grilled cheese sandwiches, and tacos. The list gets even more pathetic from here on in: English muffin pizzas, noodles I just have to boil, flavored noodles from a package, vegetables that just get steamed (most often in a microwave), frozen pizza, Perdue or Bell and Evans chicken nuggets, BLT's, and the cinnamon rolls and cookies that come out of a tube.  (On the plus side, I make awesome ketchup smiley-faces to go with the aforementioned chicken nuggets/tenders/strips).  I don't even own a spice rack and have 4 or 5 bottles of various spices in the cabinet. That's it.

Thank goodness my children are fans of fresh produce. I should grow apple and banana trees. They like to snack on cucumbers slices, Andrew would eat tomatoes by the dozen if I let him. Hummus and pita chips are a favorite, and I can wash, cut up, wrap in foil with some garlic and butter or olive oil, grilled veges like a pro.  Did I mention all my kids like salad?  Emily eats spinach leaves not under duress.

Some mothers have domestic talents.  I don't think I possess them in any area, although I find doing laundry cathartic and having an empty sink before I go to bed (thanks Andrea!) comforting.

Since I work a lot from home, I have improved my de-cluttering skills ten-fold.  Trash/recycling day is my most favorite day of the week.  My vacuum cleaner is slowly dying after just a year,  perhaps thanks to our cat and the fact half the people who come over are allergic to her, or at least her hair.

Is it too late to take those finishing school classes that teach young women how to be spectacular homemakers?  Probably 15 or 20 years too late.  Yet, my children have survived and we are overall happy. Maybe I need to buy myself a crockpot?