Very early on in our marriage, the hubs realised that I was a hopeless cook. No actually, way before we were married, he knew that I couldn’t cook. It was quite funny. In our Uni days, every evening, he would tell his friends that he had to leave as he was having dinner with me. For the longest time, they envied him, thinking he had found someone who gave him home-cooked food everyday. Finally, they realised that he was always rushing off to cook dinner for me! Till today, the hubs is the one who goes to market on the weekends and cooks up a storm for us.
|To market, to market…
It became a routine so much so that I took it for granted and so did the kids. It was not until their tutor started joining us for meals and she complimented his cooking and remarked how lucky we were to have such a good cook in the house. The kids, in all their ungratefulness replied “So boring, every time the same food”. She couldn’t believe what she was hearing and chided them and told them that there are so many other children out there who do not even have enough to eat.
|To buy drums and thighs…
To be very honest, there was a time when I also got rather sick of his same dishes…
|Home again, home again, curry again
But now, after my bout of immobility, I am thankful for everything. Even if it’s the same few dishes that he likes to cook, I am indeed thankful for his efforts in cooking for us not only on the weekends, but occasionally during the week as well.
|Beef hor fun
The hubs is not expressive with his words, but I have learnt that this is his way of showing his love for us, through his actions. He is not one of those men who would buy flowers for his wife, but I don’t mind it one bit. After all, it is not difficult to place an order for flowers once a year, but to cook for us every week, I think it is something I should never forget to appreciate and be thankful for.
Save tip: Thankfully, one of us can cook. If not we would probably be eating out a lot more!
Thankful… for #5’s cooking and caring of Kate
Thankful… for #3 in so many ways
Thankful… for sister-in-law #1