It can be dangerous to cook with me. You must do everything exactly as I tell you to, or you might find a knife between your ears.
Sigh. My wife, I’m sure, would leave the country on Thanksgiving or Christmas, if she could. I don’t quite reduce her to tears, but I do get into a very focused state. I have to, if everything is going to get done on time, at the same time, and be done properly. Sometimes I become a little less than sensitive to other people’s feelings in the process. I know this is hard to imagine, but I assure you it is true.
It’s funny because lately, my wife has been learning to cook. After a few less than stellar outings, she has been producing some edible food, which is nice. She made risotto from scratch this weekend, and it turned out very well. She’d even made the chicken stock. Not according to my chicken stock recipe (which, I’m afraid, exists only in my head), but it was good enough.
In any case, I like things done in certain specific ways, except when I don’t. I expect cooks to be able to read food, and it is quickly obvious whether they can or can’t. My wife doesn’t know how to taste food in her head, yet, but perhaps, one day, if she keeps trying, she will get it.
She is willing to try things from boxes, and she has a set of recipes she uses when I’m not eating at home. Things the kids will eat, but that I don’t enjoy.
Well, it’s been 22 years, and we still get along, amazingly enough. It’s kind of interesting not having to cook. I think I’ve been really tired of it. It’s a lot of stress working all day, and then coming home and having to cook and help the kids practice and whatnot and garden. So not having to cook is a definite relaxer. I love good food.
But I don’t think you have to use boxes to make things take less time. There are many ways of cooking fresh food that don’t take long. It may be simple in preparation, but it tastes better than anything out of a box because it uses fresh ingredients. That makes all the difference.