I’m usually the one cooking in my family, not because I’m fantastic at it, although I do make a mean cheesy ham chowder, but mostly because my husband’s arrival home time often has a question mark at the end of it.  He does like to send me recipes from work, though, and they are usually yummy, and usually more work than I would think to put into a meal.  Before I met him I thought I was a pretty good cook, and by good cook I mean I hadn’t poisoned anyone.   I have learned from my husband that you don’t have to be the Iron Chef, you just have to be willing to put some effort in.

Where I would heat up a jar of spaghetti sauce in the microwave and throw it on top of spaghetti and call it a day, my husband pores over recipes and finds a homemade, it-takes-two-days-to-make Cincinnati chili sauce recipe.  Where I would crack a few eggs in a pan trying to make dippy eggs and ending up with scrambled, my husband makes an egg, potato, sausage, onion dish topped with salsa and sour cream.  Where I would have made little dried crumbly hamburgers on the stove top, my husband makes huge quarter pound burgers stuffed with bacon and blue cheese, salted and peppered to perfection and grilled (even in the winter) just the way anyone who calls themselves a man would like them.

I, the lowly grasshopper, have learned from the master.

So why am I thinking that things would be so much easier if most food just came in a squeezy can?

Easy cheese, as shown here: is so convenient.  You don’t need a knife, a cheese cutter, anything but a cracker! My husband, who loves cheese so much my mom gets him an imported cheese basket every year for Christmas, finds this to be one of the most horrific inventions ever.  “It’s just not cheese, CarrieLou, it’s just not!”

But still, as I was cooking last night, I couldn’t help but think how awesome it would be if you could open your refrigerator and there were cans for all kinds of foods in there that you could just squeeze onto your plate.  It would be so convenient.  It doesn’t have to be a paste, or whatever solid/liquid form Easy Cheese comes in, it could be peas, maple syrup, oatmeal, diced onions, diced tomatoes, you name it.  When my two years olds are screaming, as they often do when I’m cooking, instead of trying to cut all of the vegetables and worrying about where I leave the knife (because the older twin by 30 seconds, ALWAYS finds it), I can just run to the fridge, grab the cans I need, squeeze them into the measuring cups and be done.

When we’re in the car, I can just hand them each a child size can of whatever they want: applesauce, oatmeal pies, Ho-Hos and let them go. I do realize the logistics of some of the food items would need to be worked out, but I really feel I’m on to something here.  Like at least an “As Seen on TV” invention.  As a teacher I like to be organized and I can just envision all my food cans lined up in my fridge alphabetized…oooh, I’m getting the chills.  Hang on, I’m having a moment.

Take a look at my “spice rack” and you can see how this would be titillating to me:

  Here’s a close up:  and yes, it’s alphabetized.  My husband chuckled at this, but it’s so easy to find my spices this way.

So I will come clean and tell you this idea came to me in a dream as most of mine do, and I know for a fact that my husband is reading this and shaking his head in disgust at the thought of food trapped in a can waiting to be squeezed out, but he’ll come around when I make my first million off this idea.