Betty Crocker I am not
It's almost eerie. I have not had a 100% successful kitchen experience one single time in my whole adult life.
I make a really tasty Chicken Panang. But even so, it's always too spicy or not spicy enough or the vegetables don't work. If I get the Panang right then I screw up the rice.
My ex-husband would, most often, get angry when I did the cooking. Every single meal I ever cooked for that man was received with the same reaction. He'd point out the wrong thing with gritted teeth or leave the table in disgust, refusing to eat even that which was right. If everything didn't come out at the same time, super hot, he'd shove a finger deep into the bowl of whatever was not hot enough with a sneer to demonstrate how disgustingly cold the food I was serving was. To him, my inability to cook a single meal without screwing something up was a serious character flaw. I was a Bad Person because of my lack of kitchen skill.
I still have the exact same rate of success in the kitchen - less than 100%. Once it was so inedible we had to order pizza instead. So Björn does most of the cooking. I only cook when I offer to and only what I choose to cook. With the full knowledge on both our parts that it is going to end up with something going wrong.
But to Björn, it's just an aspect of my personality and, while mildly irritating at times, he accepts it and loves me anyway.
He's not perfect. He's messy. But that's an aspect of his personality which, while it irritates me sometimes, I accept and love him anyway.
These kinds of give-and-take are normal to most people. But I cannot imagine that I will ever take his generosity toward me for granted.
Maybe I'll bake him a cake to say thanks!
Nah. I'll just blog it.
I make a really tasty Chicken Panang. But even so, it's always too spicy or not spicy enough or the vegetables don't work. If I get the Panang right then I screw up the rice.
My ex-husband would, most often, get angry when I did the cooking. Every single meal I ever cooked for that man was received with the same reaction. He'd point out the wrong thing with gritted teeth or leave the table in disgust, refusing to eat even that which was right. If everything didn't come out at the same time, super hot, he'd shove a finger deep into the bowl of whatever was not hot enough with a sneer to demonstrate how disgustingly cold the food I was serving was. To him, my inability to cook a single meal without screwing something up was a serious character flaw. I was a Bad Person because of my lack of kitchen skill.
I still have the exact same rate of success in the kitchen - less than 100%. Once it was so inedible we had to order pizza instead. So Björn does most of the cooking. I only cook when I offer to and only what I choose to cook. With the full knowledge on both our parts that it is going to end up with something going wrong.
But to Björn, it's just an aspect of my personality and, while mildly irritating at times, he accepts it and loves me anyway.
He's not perfect. He's messy. But that's an aspect of his personality which, while it irritates me sometimes, I accept and love him anyway.
These kinds of give-and-take are normal to most people. But I cannot imagine that I will ever take his generosity toward me for granted.
Maybe I'll bake him a cake to say thanks!
Nah. I'll just blog it.