Everybody else nailed it. Sorry you're getting under-praised for this.
I find it interesting that whenever I bring food somewhere, unless they know me outside of work or volunteer stuff, the default assumption is always that Nav made it.
So we got into paprikash and from there into spaetzle b/c SB was reading Dracula actually. There's a sequence at the beginning where our hero is going to Romania, and he raves about paprikash. So we decided to look it up and try it. It's chicken and veggies in a sauce made from cream and a ton of Hungarian paprika. Recipe in another post.
You know, my mom is a pretty liberated type, though when I was young she did the whole second shift -- laundry, dishes, cooking, cleaning, all of it. When I got into middle school, there was a duties reshuffling, and Dad took on a lot of the cleaning. And of course now he's retired (and she may retire next year), and he's doing a lot of housework. I'd say that from a feminist perspective, they balanced out just fine. But with that said, Dad seriously didn't learn to cook when he was our age b/c he viewed it as some kind of concession that he'd never find a mate. And now, as they're approaching their fortieth wedding anniversary, you can STILL see panic in his eyes if you try to tell him to
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My grandpa never touched the kitchen until grandma got too far gone with Alzheimer's to handle it any more, and then it was rather a shock to him to have to do so. Sometime after that, I remember him telling my mom "I've cooked breakfast a hundred and twelve mornings!" or some such, and her saying as an aside to me (he was pretty much deaf) "never mind the forty-five YEARS that grandma cooked breakfast for him
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I find it interesting that whenever I bring food somewhere, unless they know me outside of work or volunteer stuff, the default assumption is always that Nav made it.
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You know, my mom is a pretty liberated type, though when I was young she did the whole second shift -- laundry, dishes, cooking, cleaning, all of it. When I got into middle school, there was a duties reshuffling, and Dad took on a lot of the cleaning. And of course now he's retired (and she may retire next year), and he's doing a lot of housework. I'd say that from a feminist perspective, they balanced out just fine. But with that said, Dad seriously didn't learn to cook when he was our age b/c he viewed it as some kind of concession that he'd never find a mate. And now, as they're approaching their fortieth wedding anniversary, you can STILL see panic in his eyes if you try to tell him to ( ... )
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