From the mind of a woman, translated…
There’s a saying, “An able-bodied housewife can’t cook with no foods”, and unfortunately, I’m NOWHERE N-E-A-R, being an able-bodied housewife, I can manage to, burn the easiest porridge. I’d gotten used to the fact, that cooking had been, my mother’s job when I was growing up, and after I married, I’d not know, who to give this responsibility to, and so, I’d bought the already cooked meals from outside, or to make the instant noodles I got, stashed up in the pantry, then, added the canned food items, some broiled veggies, then, supper’s done.
But, after my mother-in-law found, Ms. Chanel took care of her children, her husband like so, every time we’d gone back to visit with her, she’d prepared, an assortment of her best foods, the pickled cabbage with pork stomach, the smooth-swallowing greens, the aromatic, sweetened corn and pork rib soup, an assortment of amazing dishes, all, on the supper tables. Seeing how my husband and children had gulfed down three bowls of rice already, about to swallow their own tongues, I’d just wanted to, hide underneath the supper tables, and do my repentances.
and this, is what she looks like…
I’d often heard my friends told me, that cooking is something fun in life, but, it’d, had me under, great duress, and, there’s no, sense of achievement when I cook whatsoever either.
Some say, “Years of experiences gives you ten minutes of show-and-tell”, but I’d felt more like, “Cooking for hours, and, it’d taken, less than three minutes to finish eating”. I’d not wanted to, shoulder this heaviness of burden EVERY single day here, after this meal, there’s the next meal waiting to be made, I’d much rather, be a “take-out” person, and not wanted to waste my time in the kitchens, plus, no matter how delicious, after the digestions, you KNOW what it’d turned into! Cooking, my natural enemy, I’ll evade it, as long, as I possibly can!
And so, this, is why a woman may not be interested at all, in cooking the meals, because she knows she can’t cook, and because she feels that she’s defeated every time she cooked, and besides, at this day and age, we women have to work too, and, who has the time, let alone, the energy, to rush home, put on our aprons, and become Betty Crockers?