Non-cook Of the Month
May, 2012
SARAH KOENIG
Non-Cook Type: Mega Cook Spouse Non-Cook
Profession: Radio Show Producer
Profession: Radio Show Producer
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Sarah Koenig began her career in journalism as a reporter at The East Hampton Star. She went on to work at the Concord Monitor and the Baltimore Sun, and spent some years in Russia working for ABC News and then for The New York Times. Sarah is now a producer for the radio program This American Life.
By way of celebrating a complete, year long cycle of Non-Cook of the Month, what follows is the email Sarah sent just after the launch of Picky Grouchy Non-Cook in June of 2011. It was the very first message received about the site: |
Re: Picky Grouchy Non-Cook
6/01/11
OK - so when Ben goes away, the only thing I have anxiety about - the only thing - is feeding the children. How will I do it? This lurks in my mind all day long when he's away. I never cook. Really never. Not since I met Ben, and not really even before I met Ben. And it never ever bothered me until the children. And not because I worry that they think I'm incompetent - I was the one up on the giant ladder this morning with the screwdriver and knife fixing and cleaning the gutters, while Ben was... making breakfast -- but just literally how will I feed them? When I was pregnant with Ava I had this recurring dream about not being able to find her mouth to feed her, and her shrinking and shriveling until she was a tiny thing the size of a mouse, with a tiny rectangle for a mouth and I couldn't get any food in. I've had this dream in various forms many times - of letting something die because I can't figure out how to feed it. So all this is to say -- I read your blog with a special appreciation and a certain recognition of my own anxiety, which I am just now fully realizing.
6/01/11
OK - so when Ben goes away, the only thing I have anxiety about - the only thing - is feeding the children. How will I do it? This lurks in my mind all day long when he's away. I never cook. Really never. Not since I met Ben, and not really even before I met Ben. And it never ever bothered me until the children. And not because I worry that they think I'm incompetent - I was the one up on the giant ladder this morning with the screwdriver and knife fixing and cleaning the gutters, while Ben was... making breakfast -- but just literally how will I feed them? When I was pregnant with Ava I had this recurring dream about not being able to find her mouth to feed her, and her shrinking and shriveling until she was a tiny thing the size of a mouse, with a tiny rectangle for a mouth and I couldn't get any food in. I've had this dream in various forms many times - of letting something die because I can't figure out how to feed it. So all this is to say -- I read your blog with a special appreciation and a certain recognition of my own anxiety, which I am just now fully realizing.