There is nothing I hate more than a man who does not appreciate a meal that I prepare for him. I KNOW I am a good cook. I have gotten too many compliments about my food to NOT take pride in my ability to throw down in the kitchen. One of my favorite boasting points in my life is the fact that I was chosen to be on the editorial board of a cooking magazine, and several of my recipes have been published over the years (Pork Chops Pizzaiola, Chicken and Rice, and Crock Pot Chicken and Sausage). So, nothing makes me more pissed than someone insulting my cooking skills.
Cooking for someone is the primary method I use to let the know that I really care. If I really am feeling a man, the first thing I do to show him how I feel is cook him a nice dinner. I think one of the reasons my ex and I were together for so long (four years) was because of the Tupperware containers full of home cooked food that I would bring to his house every time I saw him. He once told me he would NEVER eat West Indian food cooked by someone who was not West Indian. Of course, once he tasted my oxtail and beans and my salt fish with onions, he changed his tune on that issue. My friend Henrietta tells me my Macaroni and Cheese is the best she ever had, and that is saying a lot because she comes from a family of great cooks! I like to experiment in the kitchen, and I love cooking different “ethnic” cuisines… Indian, Mexican, Italian (of course), Chinese, etc. Not claiming that my dishes are “authentic” (well other than the Italian ones) but I know they taste DAMN GOOD!
Anyway, back to my original point. If a man DOES NOT appreciate my cooking, there is NO WAY I can be in a relationship with him. Just NOT going to happen! I had one man over for dinner on two occasions. The first time, I made a delicious pot roast in the crock pot. I got a lukewarm reception from him. The next time, he asked me to make HAMBURGERS. Just ordinary, run of the mill BURGERS. Then, when he came over, he wouldn’t even eat the damn thing because it was NOT PLAIN ENOUGH for him. Needless to say, I did not continue to date him. Hell, I didn’t even allow him the distinction of being an FWB or a booty call. Nope, when you degrade my cooking, you cannot possibly expect to get the ass! Not gonna happen!
One time, I had a man over when I cooked my mother’s chicken divan. This man actually had the nerve to douse my creamy casserole with hot sauce before he even tasted it! I was livid, I almost kicked him out of my apartment!
my stuffing recipe is EXACTLY like my grandma’s and let me tell you, it is GOOD AS HELL!
But, he kept insisting that it would taste like doodoo compared to HIS stuffing! I told him just because it is DIFFERENT than what he cooks, does not make it worse, but he didn’t even want to hear it! He actually told me to talk to the hand! The more he spoke, the angrier I got. How the fuck is someone who has NEVER TASTED a single thing I prepared going to insult MY cooking?? I warned him. I told him if he continued making comments, I would hang up on his ass. I guess he thought he was clever and cute, because he did not stop. Click! Hung up on his ass and shot him an email message telling him I wasn’t even gonna speak to him any more!
I don’t play when it comes to cooking! I mean damn, I grew up with my Italian grandma living upstairs. She was CONSTANTLY feeding people. The family, friends, even the clerks at the grocery store would be treated to Grandma’s cooking. So, I got the idea that food is love. So, if I like you, I will cook you a nice meal. And if you don’t like it, Oh well, you are NOT the man for me!
People try to tell me I am being unfair, because not everyone has the same taste in food. Ok, understood. But, if you cannot appreciate a meal I prepared for you, I can’t fuck with you. Sorry, just can’t do it. Shit, I always make sure to find out what kinds of food a man likes before I actually make a meal, so if you tell me you like a specific item, and I go out of my way to make it for you, you best believe I expect for my efforts to be appreciated.
Telling me that you do not like my cooking is like telling me that I am somehow less of a woman. Shoot, I would rather you call me ugly than insult my cooking. Yeah, it is that serious to me! Cooking is one of my passions, and I need a man in my life who enjoys a good hearty meal. It is a package deal.. Love me, love my cooking. It just doesn’t work any other way!