Keris Stainton‘s weekly column on married life…
The first meal David made for me was, I think, meant to be risotto. It’s (unfondly) remembered as the “ball of rice”. He also made me a family recipe that his mum calls “mock chicken” and I called “pile of sick” (it’s apparently scrambled egg with cheese and tomato).
But that was 12 years ago. At some point – and I’ve no idea when – David started taking an interest in cooking and started making, as he calls it, “lovely, lovely food” for us. He cooks almost every night. If he goes out for a night, he generally will buy me a pizza or something, because he knows I can’t be bothered to cook for myself. He’s out tonight and last night he popped up from scrambling around in the freezer to ask, “Will thai fish cakes do you tomorrow night?” In fact, he jokes that if anything happened to him I’d die – not from the grief, but of starvation. (He’s wrong about that. I’d manage fine on Boasters and Flakes.)
And that’s not all, he also knows that when he’s not here I won’t remember that he’s cooked for me and will end up having cereal or something for lunch and giving our son, Harry, bread and butter (he likes it!) for his tea. So currently, the blackboard in the kitchen reads: “Pasta in fridge, shepherd’s pie in oven for H. Love you. D”
So right about now I imagine you’re thinking how wonderful he sounds and how lucky I am, right? But therein lies my problem. If I was the one who did all the cooking, it wouldn’t even be worth remarking on, would it? I mean, people are always telling me how “lucky” I am that David cooks, but I wonder when was the last time a husband was told how lucky he is that his wife puts dinner on the table each night.
And David’s no better. If I haven’t thanked him profusely within moments of the table being cleared he gets a sulk on. And if I had a pound for every time he said, “I’m so good to you,” he wouldn’t need to cook because I’d be able to eat out.
I am grateful for the lovely, lovely food, I really am. I just wish everyone would stop banging on about it!