– The first years of our marriage we lived together normally, he was fine with everything! – says twenty-eight-year-old Monica. – We both worked hard, saved up for the down payment on the mortgage. We did not have any problems with food. My husband ate what he was given! I did not bother, bought a multicooker, cooked quickly and simply – porridges, pilaf, soups, I never had any complaints. Well, sometimes my husband would say, dreamily, that he would like something special…
– What kind of “this”?
– Pancakes, for example, with meat stuffing, or chłodniki, or pies. He has a direct passion, it turns out, for difficult dishes that must be prepared in several stages: boiled, cool, strain, put the dough, boil something again, then finely chop – entertainment at the stove for the day, in general, brrr … And do not dare to buy ready-made, this is not it! Food should be homemade…
– Hmm. When did he start having these fantasies?
– Yes, almost two years after I went on maternity leave … I honestly do not like to cook. But I always cook! My husband really works all day in the office, making money for us. So there is no such thing as him coming in the evening and I have nothing to eat in the kitchen. There is always hot food, and it’s not even pasta and sausages. But it’s still something simple enough: potatoes and meat, chicken, soup, bigus, salad. And my husband gets indignant! You, he says, the whole day sitting at home, quite able to put and dough, and dumplings pelmeni home, and stuffed cabbage rolls …
– I see. Sitting on maternity leave – so, time carload, the whole day free, and the fact that the child should care for, men, as a rule, forget…
– Yes, it’s not even about the child! Our daughter was just born golden, a gift baby. She is calm and thoughtful, you can put her next to you in a chair in the kitchen, give her a piece of dough, and she will sit for as long as necessary. We sing songs with her, tell poems. The baby doesn’t bother me! I just don’t want to waste my own time with this nonsense. Especially since I will not eat such food! I’m on a diet, I try to eat less meat, and I have eliminated flour altogether. Will I be making homemade dumplings for my husband alone? Isn’t it too fat…?
So Monica and her husband live well: the husband runs home from work, not walking, not delayed, goes to the corporate party once a year, and then for a short time. He helps her with her child, and does it on his own initiative. He plays, and bathes his daughter, and goes for walks with her.
One problem: recently he has begun to demand some pickles, last week we even had a serious fight, we did not speak for a couple of days.
My husband sincerely cannot understand that it is really difficult: to make some dough for one egg, bake a dozen pancakes, stuff them with meat? He is offended because he thinks that his wife cooks for pity, what is easier. Not trying to please, please, surprise …
– It’s hard for me! – Monica gets upset. – Cook the meat first, then the dough, then bake pancakes, then stuff them… I would not eat that, so I have to cook something else for myself and my daughter!
Monica believes that in today’s world, no one cooks rastegayi, holodtsy and stuffed cabbage rolls. Well, maybe once a year, on New Year’s Eve. And even young people do not bother with the festive table. And in everyday life and at all. If just so badly want pies, you can order ready-made at home, although it is not a cheap pleasure, of course, if you have a wife on maternity leave and a mortgage. To put it bluntly, not for every day.
Her husband leads Monica to the example of her grandmother, who “always smelled of pies and buns. She worked her whole life, but managed to do everything, and with several children.
– That’s right! – Monica gets angry. – Women in the past century just banal had nothing to do in the evenings. There were no TV shows, no Internet. So they invented jobs for themselves. They made up laundry and baked dumplings. I think it’s better to spend time with your child. Go for a walk instead of dancing at the stove for three hours…
Recently, Monica called her mother-in-law and ingratiating voice began to say that the way to a man’s heart is through the stomach, and it is not difficult to cook what her husband wants. Apparently, my husband had already complained to my mother.
– I said that I do not eat these cabbage rolls, so I do not want to cook them! Well, of course, there, “ko-ko-ko” at once, as if that were it, here I am, too, say, a lot, but the men cooked!
Husband gluttony, what do you think? While there is fresh, hot food in the house, demanding every day a variety of dishes from him – the impudence? Let him eat what he is given and not make a fool of himself, and if he wants some cold cuts, let him cook it himself?
Or should Monica listen to the wishes of her spouse? Even if she “doesn’t eat such things”?
What do you think?
