I am a cook by profession and have always tried to pamper my wife. Even when we first met, I surprised her with culinary masterpieces and delicacies that could only be tasted in expensive restaurants. She was always very complimentary of my food, as was my employer and the people who ate at the restaurant where I worked.
After we found out we were expecting a baby, I started cooking even tastier and more, since I expected my wife to eat for two. But now she hardly eats at home at all. She’s busy all day – going to the doctor, going to maternity classes, going out with friends. She runs around all day, comes home, and still doesn’t want to eat.
I purposely switched to more familiar foods that she was sure she liked, chicken chops, pork cutlets, bulgur, rice, sometimes baked potatoes in slices. When that didn’t work, on the contrary, I threw myself into excess and cooked Italian, French, and Japanese dishes for her, hoping to please her at least something, but she was always “not hungry” and didn’t even want to try.
I got up early in the morning on my day off to make her homemade pizza. I kneaded the dough myself, and prepared the sauce according to the recipe, and put enough toppings. My wife ate everything in the morning with pleasure, she said it was so delicious that “you can taste it”, but in the evening she came back satiated from somewhere.
– There is something you are not telling me, – I said suspiciously. – You always had room for my cooking before, and now you have nowhere to go. I’m a worse cook now? You don’t like it anymore? Or have your tastes changed and my food doesn’t suit you?
My wife laughed at my assumptions, but at the same time confused. It turns out she didn’t even notice how I was trying and freaking out because she was ignoring my food.
– I thought you practiced restaurant meals at home,” she said. – And I’m perpetually full because of your mother. You know she goes to the doctors with me, and we watch soap operas together at her place. She cooks as good as you do, and I can’t say no to her. Since she makes me eat for two, if not three, I really don’t want anything at home anymore.
Everything fell into place for me. And I immediately exhaled a sigh of relief.
– Mom,” I said, “what a blessing. I was afraid you have a lover who takes you to restaurants, while I stand at the stove.
That made my wife laugh even more. She hugged me tightly, kissed me on the cheek, and told me that she would never find a man who would cook better and tastier than me.
– Well, maybe only your mother…” she added slyly.
