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I don't know that it's my refuge from the world, but it's cozy and friendly folks are welcome. It's not the comfiest room in the joint, but it's where the coffee and chocolate are
I vote: I cook because I have too.
... I can cook anything and I do it well. I just don't enjoy it.
I don't like you anymore...you forgot to add the option - the room where my husband goes to cook me dinner. lol
I used to love to cook, but having a family sucked the joy right out of it. When they were little it used to go like this;
"Why did you make this - you know I hate it"
"Not *insert reviled meal here* again??"
"Why do you NEVER make what I like??"
"This looks like barf on a plate!"
or my favourite
"YUCK!"
Now that they are bigger (and apparently still don't know which side their bread is buttered on) it's a lot of eye rolls, suspicious sniffing, and general mutters of discontent at my apparent disregard to their culinary wishes and complete puzzlement at my strange refusal to have only hamburgers, spaghetti and pizza on the meal rotation. However, I haven't heard "YUCK" in a few years so I'm thinking progress has been made.
BTW When my dad was little his British mother used to respond to the age old question "What's for dinner?" With a short succinct reply - "Fried Arseholes." I'm on good terms with my butcher so I'm thinking that the next time they annoy me, I'm not only going to tell them that, but I"m going to serve it as well.
Barf on a plate never looked so good.
I used to love to cook, but having a family sucked the joy right out of it. When they were little it used to go like this;
"Why did you make this - you know I hate it"
"Not *insert reviled meal here* again??"
"Why do you NEVER make what I like??"
"This looks like barf on a plate!"
or my favourite
"YUCK!"
Now that they are bigger (and apparently still don't know which side their bread is buttered on) it's a lot of eye rolls, suspicious sniffing, and general mutters of discontent at my apparent disregard to their culinary wishes and complete puzzlement at my strange refusal to have only hamburgers, spaghetti and pizza on the meal rotation. However, I haven't heard "YUCK" in a few years so I'm thinking progress has been made.
BTW When my dad was little his British mother used to respond to the age old question "What's for dinner?" With a short succinct reply - "Fried Arseholes." I'm on good terms with my butcher so I'm thinking that the next time they annoy me, I'm not only going to tell them that, but I"m going to serve it as well.
Barf on a plate never looked so good.
I'm the same way. Complaining about the food at the table is just plain bad manners.We have strict rules against complaining. They eat what's fixed or they go hungry. If they complain they are free to leave the table and go straight to bed. I won't put up with that kind of crap not after all the work I put into cooking. It's thankfully rare that they don't like supper and I do listen if it's something like too much onion or what not.
I handle this a little differently. I stay out of their plates entirely, never fussing over what they have or haven't eaten or demanding they taste things.But from day one it was you will take one bite of everything served and if you don't like it well you can either not eat it and go hungry or you can eat it and at least you have a full stomach.
I'm the same way. Complaining about the food at the table is just plain bad manners.
I handle this a little differently. I stay out of their plates entirely, never fussing over what they have or haven't eaten or demanding they taste things.
Commenting on what's on someone's plate is just plain bad manners.
If I serve something they genuinely detest, they may fill up on the other things on the table.
I have been cooking for family since I was 8 years old.
I love to cook and experiment.
Don't like baking.
But in my next life I will marry a man who enjoys eating different things.
steak and potatoes for 34 years gets boring.