Society forever strives in propagating the same kind of dogmas and surmise over and over again. I doubt ‘a way to a man’s heart is through his stomach’. What absurdity that is. I choose to differ, and maybe after reading a few lines down this read, you might agree.
I always hold back a burst of laughter everytime I hear colleagues, mostly male, talk of how they want to marry a lady who knows how to cook. Obviously a lady has to know her way around the kitchen, no doubt about that, but does it mean she has to walk around like a ‘stove’ with gravy boiling in her hand, sit herself down with a microwave on her shoulder, while making coffee with the other?
Many men have generally fallen into the trap called laziness. Its jaws are so mighty and powerful, once they get hold of you, they never let go. At times you’ll find a guy struggling to even switch on the stove. He doesn’t even know whether he should turn the knob to the left or to the right. “Forgive me, Sir, but I think I heard you saying you want a woman who knows how to cook. Do you know how to cook yourself?” a question that keeps wobbling all over at the back of my mind.
As for me I learnt how to cook at a young age. Maybe it was the fact that my family was strict, and they didn’t have room for laziness around the house. At age 12 I could prepare a proper meal that could go down without the stomach feeling sorry for the mouth that has to taste the food.
Some people can’t even fry an egg. You’d be forgiven to think that some chicken, somewhere at a farm out there, lays normal eggs which are only brown/black in the inside. Once cooked, you don’t even know whether you should eat it, or frame it and put it up on the wall alongside your collection of ‘abstract’ or ‘avantgarde masterpiecies’. It could sell for a million after some years, on condition it stays ‘fresh’.
Well, like I said, this is not to say a woman should not know how to cook. What happened to balance? Even without the balance, as a man, how will you know that your lady is not a good cook when you don’t even know the difference between good food and ‘trash’? At least if you have an idea of how to put ingredients together, toss in some flavor and blend in a couple of different cooking skills, you certainly wouldn’t have to eat what I call ‘inedible servings’ everyday of your life.
As much as it will take time to bring the balance into the system, maybe you can learn a few tricks on how to run a house. Just when you thought a lady, who is always taking care for you, doesn’t have skills and talents up her sleeve: Household Manager, Chief Executive, Head Chef and Director are some of the many posts that she prouds herself in, especially when it comes to ‘Home Affairs’ matters. Most probably, you last saw the ‘stove’ the day she took you for shopping, and bought it, to replace the old one you never knew how to operate, and when you had to plug it on the power supply.
The world is surely becoming so diverse, and the way we live is changing each and every day. No need to be pointing fingers around the house, and grumbling about how your lady doesn’t know a thing when it comes to food. Ask yourself if you know how to do what you claim she is a failure in. If the answer is no, then have a bigger piece of humble pie, and put on an apron. In the meantime, let me help myelf to this mouth-watering meal I just cooked, not having to worry about keeping the Emergency Services number in the open, just in case I poison myself with what I call a carefully combined, home-made toxic concoction.
Till next time…….treat her well! J
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