So brave

Hi. My name is Karen and I am afraid of big chunks of meat. Hmmm. Let me explain. Big hunks of meat scare me. Don’t get me wrong, I love eating meat and often even crave a nice chunk of beef along with some potatoes and gravy on my dinner plate. In fact I have the best childhood memories of coming home from church to have the entire house smelling of pot roast that has been cooking since early that morning. We could even smell it as we walked up the walkway! Yum. Honestly, a Sunday without roast is a bummer. Problem: I am scared to buy, refrigerate, cook, and serve big hunks of meat. How do I know how to cook it? How long is it supposed to cook? How do I know when it is done? What if it is too dry? Not cooked all the way through? What if I give someone (or me) worms? Food poisoning? What if I totally ruin it? That’s an expensive oops! AHHH! My poor dear mother has been so patient. She has shown me, walked me through it, discussed with me over the phone, and encouraged me many times. Finally, the other day I found myself walking passed the meat at the store. I had a bout of courage and picked up a roast and threw it in the cart. There it sat taunting me in the fridge until this morning when I put it in the crock pot, said a little prayer, and headed off to church. I am happy to report that when we came home there was a hint of roast smell in the air. Later we successfully ate the roast. It actually was good. Bryan sensing my insecurity was overly complimentary.

So there it is. The Martins have officially branched out and are no longer only chicken and hamburger meat people. I am exhausted; its been an emotional day.