Sorry for the dearth of posts lately, my readers. Spring is here, and I’ve been focusing my energies on other things – exercising my butt off trying to get in shape, figuring out travel plans for the year, getting back into baking, and also just enjoying the glory that is spring. The boyfriend and I went hiking a couple of weekends ago, and had a pretty good workout.
New relationships are typically adventure-filled, with most dates organized around an activity or an event. Going to restaurants and bars all the time gets old, and I like to cook, so last weekend we had a homemade dinner. The entree was a spring-themed lemon rosemary roasted chicken (recipe here) with black rice and roasted broccoli. Dessert was a trifle comprised of a crumbled chocolate whiskey cake bites, chocolate pudding, caramel sauce, and layered with whipped cream.
All of the trifle ingredients are made from scratch, by the way – I have linked the recipe to each component of the trifle. Whipped cream is literally just heavy cream whipped to stiff peaks – you can find some more literature on the technique by Googling.
After the meal, the look on his face has never been closer to this emoji:
Which was great to see, because when I think of his heart I think of this scene from The Simpsons:
(Just kidding.) That’s when my mother’s wise words came rushing back to me: “The way to a man’s heart is through his stomach.” She would tell me how it’s important to keep your partner full and happy, because nothing beats a simple, homemade meal prepared with love. That disagreements can occur and temptations may entice, but the reassuring knowledge of a spouse who has lovingly prepared a homemade meal wards off all of that and renders the man’s heart a squishy, gooey puddle.
Maybe some of you would decry this as anti-feminist, that the role of women as homemakers is dated and chauvinistic. Something about cooking appeals to many things I value – being a creator as opposed to simply a consumer (I am the Internet’s 1%), being frugal (eating out is one of the biggest money sucks), maximizing the utility of leftover ingredients (which is the premise of how my dessert blog is organized), the textural delight of food in my hands… Ultimately, cooking creates a positive feedback loop, and I derive the most satisfaction when people get value out of what I create, whether it’s from the blog posts I write or the food I make.
For further reading, see what Reddit has to say about the adage in question. The reasons most commonly made in support of it are:
- An act of service: cooking for your partner is a gesture of caring and concern that requires effort
- Admiration of expertise: Cooking is a skill that few have these days, so ceteris paribus, being able to cook > not being able to cook
- Shared activity: Cooking together is a fun, low-cost activity to do together
- Food is the lowest common denominator: Everybody eats, so knowing how to cook will please anyone
Also, who doesn’t want to be this couple, happily cooking in matching monogrammed aprons and tenderly wiping off flour smudges on each other’s cheeks and shit.