Being the wife of a Hispanic male and not liking or wanting to cook is very contradictory to the way my husband grew up. My husband grew up in a rural area of Mexico, which they refer to it as the Rancho, where all three meals were prepared at home on a daily basis. Going out to eat did not happen often, if at all. Therefore, it is beyond me why he chose me, other than my great personality. It’s amazing how love will make you throw tradition and learned behavior patterns to the side.
When we first started dating, he wasn’t even aware of the fact that I could cook until six months into the relationship.
I was too busy enjoying our dates: dinner and a movie. I finally felt like making breakfast for him one morning, and he was in complete shock! He said he had just assumed I couldn’t cook. My response to him was, “Yes, I can but I do not really like to, and it wasn’t something that anyone taught me how to do.”
I hadn’t grown up with my mother past the age of 8 years old, so whatever I know how to do is self-taught. Going to a restaurant was a huge deal for my brother and me to this day. Our dad worked in the corporate world and his thing of dining with his clients was what he did best. So, that’s what we were used to with occasional cooking here and there at home. But for the most part, if he wasn’t dining with his clients then his kids got to pick the restaurant for the night.
So my husband and I literally grew up in 2 different worlds, and yet here we are 11 years later with our beautiful daughter and my husband just goes with the flow. Thank you, honey.
Since having my daughter, my desire to cook for her has become greater.
However, going out to breakfast, lunch or dinner is way more fun. I will do 2 to 3 days of cooking per week, simple meals but given the opportunity, it can be less. And then I am fortunate that my old school husband doesn’t bother me about it and will even cook for us which is really cool considering how hard he works. He will still come in, and if I say honey can you make us a Caldo de Pollo he will get right to it.
That also is another understanding we have — I cook the American / anything other than Mexican food, and he handles the Mexican food cooking. Even though I can make awesome guacamole and some killer enchiladas, I prefer for him to make it, and my daughter and I enjoy it.
Some people consider me spoiled, some can actually relate, and for all the others in between, well all I tell myself is I’m blessed and thankful. How ever the food is prepared –by myself, my husband, or my favorite restaurant — the fact that we get to eat is all that matters. Being thankful for how it works for you is the most important, and if being the chef is your forte, well that’s awesome. And if going out to eat is yours, well, that’s awesome too. As long as you are enjoying yourself, go for it. Cook it or order it off a menu … just enjoy!!!