Posted by: curiousillusion on: July 17, 2009
I don’t cook, this has been said numerous times. I mean, at times I’ve followed a recipe and been succesful, but more often than not, something goes wrong and it ends in disaster. Which is why I stick to the simple stuff – pasta, salads, sandwiches.
My mom, however, refuses to accept this – I think she’s made it her mission to teach me how to cook. In fact, from what I can tell, I think I’m expected to make dinner for all of us once a week. Wednesday I cooked up some chicken dish that was quite easy and quite yummy. So hey, maybe I *can* cook. But I digress…
Anyway… my mom was talking to me about cooking today and admitted that no, she doesn’t really like to cook. In fact, she didn’t do much of it until shortly after she and my dad got married… apparently my father took her aside and said that when he gets home after a long day of work, he expects a nice meal.
Now that’s a problem for me. He expects a meal? My mother works just as hard and just as long as my father does, why is it expected that she should be the one to cook the meal? When I asked my mom this she just said, “that’s the way it is, that’s part of being a wife”. She also referred to a daughter of one of their friends (my age, by the way), who is teaching herself to cook because she wants her husband to come home to a nice meal. (For the record, my dad has been known to prepare dinner from time to time, don’t get me wrong. About once a week he’ll either make a meal or reheat some leftovers… and he does like to grill on the bbq when the weather is nice.)
Sigh. I know there are people out there that enjoy this sort of thing and might agree with this sentiment, and that’s fine for them. But it just grates on me. Maybe this is why I’m not cut out for marriage just yet – I don’t believe that, because I’m a woman, I should be expected to have dinner set out on the table, day after day. I mean, I agree that there probably should be some form of nutritious meal at the end of the day, probably something a bit better than a sandwich… and yes, I think that I should be one of the people to provide that meal. But, I kind of believe that it should be a shared effort. If there are two people in a marriage and both people are working full-time jobs, then why should one of those people consistently have to be the one to cook, while the other just relaxes and enjoys?
Maybe it’s just me though, I don’t know. Maybe my mind will change at some point. Or maybe I’ll just find me a guy that cooks. :)
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