Staff Health Challenge: Cooking 101

I never learned how to cook like my mother: a pinch of this, a dash of that and somehow her sazón would come out perfect every single time. She can taste whatever is bubbling in the pot and know exactly what’s missing. Not me.

Growing up, I’d throw mini feminist rants saying, “I’m never becoming a stay-at-home mom to cook for a man!” It would only be fueled by my dad’s old-school claims that once I get married, my husband was going to bring me right back as soon as he learned that I couldn’t cook. “Well then I’ll marry a chef!” I’d say.

And then off I went to college and found myself learning how to make locrio de pollo with my mom on the other end of the phone.

To this day, I have a hard time getting motivated to cook a full meal for one. Now if I have visitors on their way over (which doesn’t happen as often as I’d like), then it’s a whole ‘nother story. That’s why I’m planning my first semi-fancy dinner party this coming Sunday! It’ll be a nice group of classy people laughing and chatting over good food (I hope!) and cocktails.

I’m excited and slightly nervous because I’m praying that nothing goes wrong. In the meantime: HELP me please! Have any dinner party tips to share?
I’ll let you know how it turned out next week!