One of the best things about Gilmore Girls is that it normalizes the possibility of being a fantastic mother while not cooking AT ALL or even knowing how.
I know how to cook. I can cook. But most of the time, I don’t want to. It’s easier, quicker, and more fun to order out.
So, I think about Lorelei Gilmore a lot. Because she’s the best possible mother for Rory, and they only ever seem to eat at Luke’s diner or get pizza.
In the long run — and even now — my kids aren’t gonna care if I make homemade meals nearly as much as they’ll care that I’m tuned into their lives & paying attention to them.
I can do that better by ordering takeout & focusing on writing than exercising my rusty cooking skills.