Our kitchen is tiny so cooking is a solo sport in this house. I simply won’t go near when she’s cooking (95% of the work). Won’t even come close when she’s cleaning. Doesn’t bitch at me, but her body language is clear, does that shooing-away-a-fly thing, “You’re in my space and I’m busy.”
When I’m up to bat, “GET. OUT. I got this.” She didn’t think men could cook, never having met such a male. (Asian thing?) Took me some time to prove her wrong. She no longer tries to help. :)
I’ve given up on cooking up my parents house, I just let them do what they want now. there’s actually enough counter space, there’s just not enough space in between the four sides for two people unless they’re in sync. and my parents just don’t lay things out appropriately, like to line up the buffet for people to get food once everything’s ready you have to cross the kitchen three times. it never changes, it bothers me so much lol
The last time I tried cooking a nice brunch meal for them, it was ruined by someone blocking my access to the homemade hollandaise sauce for two minutes so they could fuck around slowly with milk frother, which could have been done in the fucking laundry room.
so now it’s either “fuck it they got this” or “everybody get the fuck out it’s my turn”
Our kitchen is tiny so cooking is a solo sport in this house. I simply won’t go near when she’s cooking (95% of the work). Won’t even come close when she’s cleaning. Doesn’t bitch at me, but her body language is clear, does that shooing-away-a-fly thing, “You’re in my space and I’m busy.”
When I’m up to bat, “GET. OUT. I got this.” She didn’t think men could cook, never having met such a male. (Asian thing?) Took me some time to prove her wrong. She no longer tries to help. :)
In either case. Sit down. STFU. Await dinner.
I’ve given up on cooking up my parents house, I just let them do what they want now. there’s actually enough counter space, there’s just not enough space in between the four sides for two people unless they’re in sync. and my parents just don’t lay things out appropriately, like to line up the buffet for people to get food once everything’s ready you have to cross the kitchen three times. it never changes, it bothers me so much lol
The last time I tried cooking a nice brunch meal for them, it was ruined by someone blocking my access to the homemade hollandaise sauce for two minutes so they could fuck around slowly with milk frother, which could have been done in the fucking laundry room.
so now it’s either “fuck it they got this” or “everybody get the fuck out it’s my turn”