I’m gonna leave this open and hope I don’t catch too much flak from the hubs about talking about him. It’s one of those danged if you do, danged if you don’t situations.
Anyway. He’s been cooking. I REALLY appreciate this, because I’m often very uninspired after coming home from work. If left to my own devices, I’d make a sandwich or some eggs and call it a night, but since I have a husband I feel obliged to prepare food for two if I cook. That and he’s a super picky eater, so my choices are pretty limited and you know you just get to the point where you contemplate preparing meat-starch-vegetable (peas, corn or carrots) and you just want to give up from ennui. I’ll EAT it, but PLEASE don’t ask me to COOK it again.
So, he’s been cooking for us. And also for himself. This is cool. I love it. I love him for doing it. He’s awesome and wonderful and amazing and the best husband ever born.
…but…
(you knew there’d be a ‘but’)
I just can’t watch. I don’t know if this is a guy vs. girl thing or specific to him, but it’s the little things…clearing the work area beforehand, trimming the fat off the meat, cutting things to a uniform size, not spilling stuff all over the counter when seasoning, wrapping up excess and leftovers, and wiping up afterwards. The little things you do without thinking, except he doesn’t do them. And don’t ask him to follow a recipe. He likes to improvise. Everything TASTES all right (usually), but watching it get there is nerve-wracking. And suggestions, of course, are criticism. (Because I secretly hate him and am only eating his food so I can complain about it.)
I don’t know. He’ll watch the cooking shows with me, but for some reason the technique and theory just flows over him without making an impact.
I love that he’s making an attempt. I just wish I could find a way to steer him to being slightly more neat and hygenic without all the time by the emo door. (And that everything isn’t boiled or braised, seriously, you’d think he’s English or something.) I guess we could cook together. He’s a lot better about following instructions than a lot of guys I know, and our current kitchen is much larger than ones we’ve had in the past. However. I’m a little concerned that he’ll retreat because I’m there. I want him to learn, not leave.
Any other ideas for gentle teaching without being critical? I do love the big lug and he’s got some great ideas. He just needs to develop some chops before he goes off on a 20 minute drum solo.
Oh, and don’t ask about the dishes.