Thursday, December 27, 2012
(Not) Slaving over a hot stove . . . or How To Delegate, With Wine . . .
My father was a cook, not just professionally but domestically as well -- in fact, my dad would take on any domestic task, diaper changes included. I could have been in for a rude shock if I'd had to negotiate marriage with a resolute non-kitchen person, and given the family my husband came from, that could have been the case. Part of my father-in-law's deep frustration at his and my mother-in-law's limitations of age is that she doesn't cook anymore and he can't -- so he's dependent on others for the food he eats, and, as a lifelong fussy eater (no discernible onions, please!) he doesn't much like it.
That will never happen with any of our guys -- they can all rustle up a very good meal. One son-in-law is a professional cook (so's our daughter, his wife, although she's now shifted careers); another catches crabs in the morning and makes a beautiful dish with them by evening, which he serves up with his homemade bread!
My son also honours the tradition -- he recently Tweeted an Instagram photo of a beautiful Beef Wellington that he and my DIL had made. We instantly put ourselves on their guest list.
Occasionally, however, neither the men nor the women are keen on cooking. In that case, our tribe puts our partners/spouses to work, cooking with their various iDevices to provide sushi, pizza, whatever it takes to assuage appetites and make a party. . .
I'm curious -- how is cooking gendered in your family? And is there a big difference from one generation to another?
Of course, the bigger question might be, "Who does the dishes"? Those roasting pans can be a pain to get clean after their hours in the oven bringing an 18-pound bird to golden perfection . . . (notice that the kids cheated above, in the name of domestic peace)