Women are jealous of me

I thought the title of this posting would generate some interest. If for no other reason than to find out “why?”.

Growing up without a father, from the time I was six, the biggest influence to my life were my mother and grandmother. I spent a lot of time in the kitchen with my grandmother, helping her cook and serve food. By the time I was in sixth grade, I could brew a good pot of coffee, and have it ready for my grandparents when they returned from shopping. Of course, that shopping always included some pastry for the afternoon coffee, usually a Bismark or something else as sweet. My grandmother, the one who didn’t have diabetes, could cook wonderful food. We usually had Sunday dinner with them, as well as holiday dinners, and the food was always great, even though she had a small kitchen. It was the love she put into the food that made it so tasty.

Given the background just described, it’s little wonder that me, as well as my brothers, like to cook. For over 11 years, I have done essentially all the cooking. My wife likes to bake, which is a good compliment to what I like to cook. Emeril put it best when he calls food “love”, as that is what my grandmother and mother put into the food they prepared.

The reason this talent make women jealous, is that women I run in to have husbands who don’t or won’t cook. I was talking with a nurse taking care of Denise a couple of month’s ago, whose jaw dropped open when I told her I needed to shop for groceries for supper. She does all the cooking and would really like it if her husband would cook once in a while (hint to husbands).

The traditional saying is that the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach. I would add that the one of the best ways to show your wife you love her, is to cook for her, and for extra points, to clean up afterwards.

I served Denise breakfast in bed the Sunday before last, and frequently serve her supper while she is snuggled in her chair by the gas fireplace.

Men – turn off the game, put down the video game, and get into the kitchen. I do neither, and can tell you from over 35 years of experience, that serving your wife is the best thing you can do to keep the love alive in your marriage.

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