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Peta's avatar

I am very white, lower middle class, rural Australian. I thought I could cook well and prided myself on it; thought it was something that made up for (perceived) lack of other feminine or worthy qualities and would make me appealing to a partner. Then I met my now husband (who is an excellent cook also self-taught due to pickiness, like your friend) and learnt that I am mediocre at best. He's of a different ethnic, cultural and class background to me and grew up in another country, and completely changed what and how I eat. Turns out unseasoned meat cooked until it resembles leather plus potatoes and steamed veg is not what most of the rest of the world considers to be good food, and that there are much nicer things to eat! Now, he does probably 75% of the cooking and I'm much better but still not at his standard. It knocked my confidence a lot, especially because I had thought this was a strength and one of the few things that made me attractive - hard to learn that of all the things he was attracted to, my cooking was not it. (He has never been anything but supportive, diplomatic and loving - issues are my own.) I am genuinely quite good at baking and desserts though and I enjoy it and find it soothing. I also still like cooking and am very happy to do it, but with fewer illusions about my brilliance!

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Sadia Kalam's avatar

Love this essay so much. Feel like I’ve found a kindred spirit.

My father in law taught me how to cook, thank God. My mother said I never showed any interest in the kitchen bc I was always reading.

I married into a family that owned Indian restaurants. This was the secret to a peaceful life. When they sold the restaurants I FINALLY started to lose weight but unfortunately so did my kids so I taught myself how to make fried chicken and lasagna and now I add cheese to everything so my kids will eat great American food 😂

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