Wednesday, 27 March 2013
Ok. So. I have something to tell you. It may change how you feel about me, but I have to be honest with you.
I don't like cooking.
I frickin' hate it.
It doesn't inspire me. It doesn't feel like a creative endevour. It isn't a joy or a relaxing delight.
It is a pain in my ass.
If I could hire a small, perhaps monkey-like, minion to prepare ALL OF OUR MEALS I totally would. But, my husband says no... Cos monkeys throw their poo and apparently it would be 'unsanitary' for it to touch our food. I say 'whatever, dude. A poo throwing monkey chef would probably be a better cook than me, so it's YOUR LOSS!'
It's a bit taboo to say you don't like cooking. It goes against the earth mothery-nurturing image a lot of us think we are supposed to aspire to. But we never win that race, do we? There is always a new one starting any minute! Homemade cookies and mummy-guilt for everyone!!
Don't call child services- I feed my children and my husband. I make a nice curry, a passable chicken soup. I guess if I was a contestant on a cooking show, the judges would say 'where's the love?"
My answer: It's food. It's fuel. I have food issues, maybe. I am a bit overweight. The universe messes with my head when it comes to food as it is. But, you know, it's not love. Maybe that's the problem. linking food and worth and emotions. I love my family and I show them in a mutidude of ways that don't involve fennel.
What the hell is fennel anyway? Where was fennel ten years ago? All of a sudden every salad is meant to be about fennel!
Do you like to cook? Do you have a monkey chef? Do you use fennel?
Posted by Gillian for Tessie Girl at 09:26