Malibu Nanny: The True Adventures Of The Former Kardashian Nanny

of energy, and I’m sure I single-handedly increased the stock price of
Starbucks with all the coffee I drank.
Along with my full-time nanny duties and part-time job as personal
assistant, I was also the “cook.” The thing is, I didn’t cook. Didn’t like
to cook. The only “cooking” I had done up to this point was to heat up a
microwave dinner now and then. Back in junior high school, I took a
class called Home Economics, where Mrs. Oachs taught us how to be
excellent housewives. I burned the butterscotch pudding, made a cake
that was flat as a pancake, and squeaked out a decent grade only because
the cute yellow and white striped sundress I sewed was actually
wearable, even though it had some crooked seams. I am NOT a cook.
Nevertheless, as the “cook” of the family, I was expected to plan healthy
meals nearly every night for ten people, including the four kids, Bruce
and Kris, myself, the maid and usually a guest or two.
With four kids around the table, dinner was usually pretty chaotic. Bruce
and Kris travelled often for Bruce’s speaking engagements, so on those
occasions it was just the kids at the dinner table. Actually, the majority