What’s your favorite thing to cook?
Since you asked, I don’t like to cook, therefore I have no favorite thing to make. I do it as little as possible. I’ve tried to like it, I really have. I’m going to reference the movie “Julie & Julia” yet again because I have tried to think of cooking the way Julie Powell explained it. She told her husband that she loves cooking because after a day when nothing is certain, the science of cooking still works. Egg yolks still mix in with other stuff and get thick. I don’t know, she was making a pie when she said it. It makes sense. I asked my foodie husband if he felt that way about cooking. He doesn’t. He just likes to cook. Again, I don’t.
But I do it because it’s only fair that I do. For years I got off of work at 3:00 and was home by 3:30 on most days. He got off at 5:00. Even now that we both get off at 5, I still get home first because while his commute is about an hour and a half long, mine is less than five minutes. Seriously. Google maps tells me I work three tenths of a mile away. I can stand in the middle of my street and see the building where my office is. It’s stupidly close.
So again, it’s only fair that I cook dinner. When I do, it’s usually one from a lineup of five or six usual meals that I rotate between. Nothing fancy about it. If it were up to me, we’d do potluck every night where we just fend for ourselves. That’s what my parents called it.
Now, when my husband cooks, his meals come out absolutely amazing! It always tastes better when someone else cooks, I believe that, but he takes everything to the next level, including the plating and presentation! His simple “every night” kind of meal far exceeds anything I ever make. And it’s simply because he likes to do it. I do not.
With that said, it’s currently the weekend. I don’t even volunteer to cook dinner. This is the only time he really gets to do it. So I let him. Who am I to stand in the way of someone’s passion?
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