does this mean I am domesticated?

When I moved out of home, I think I had a reportoire of three recipes I could cook.

It wasn't really anything I was interested in doing - after all I had a social life to worry about. So, dinners out and toasted sandwiches was about all I lived on.

I even cringe when I think of my grandparents coming over for peanut stir-fry (one of my favourite things) with no rice... hmmm.

Then I went to some isolated places ie. I moved to remote Western Australia for three years, then Papua New Guinea for four.

By no choice of mine was I forced to prepare three meals a day, from scratch. There weren't the conveniences of instant or prepared foods, and takeaway was simply not an option. And well, the shops were quite a way away, and so forward planning was also necessary.

So cooking became a hobby, more out of lack of much else to do and well, I really loved eating. So that was always a bonus.

So this week, a good friend sent me an email thanking me for some recipes (actually an excel spreadsheet full of them in alphabetical order - yes, slightly analy retentive), and said I was 'truly a goddess in the kitchen'. I guess I was feeling all warm and fuzzy. Then I thought about all the disasters I have made, and the last minute blunders, and let's not forget the overcooked Item 1 and undercooked Item 2.

Then I found myself gardening today and thinking about how we could renovate the back part of the house, our investment properties and then if perhaps I could be the next Martha Gardener.

Then I woke up shook my head and thought I could never be a domestic goddess like Nigella.