Hello, hello! As usual, I’ve been relatively quiet post-MoFo. And not just for all the usual burnout reasons. There’s another one: I simply haven’t been cooking! If you read between the lines of my MoFo posts, you’ll find a formerly exuberant home cook who was becoming extremely tired of cooking. Or, more accurately, tired of planning and preparing meals.
Steven and I have had a long-standing arrangement wherein I do the cooking and he does the clean-up. Mostly for dinner, but also the occasional weekend breakfast. Leftovers often serve as lunches for us both. And we both thought it was an equitable arrangement.
Until I realized it wasn’t.
One day toward the end of October, I was at work. As the afternoon passed, I began to think — and stress — about what to make for dinner. I was already pretty worn out from MoFo cooking, so I decided to use a big bowl of leftover beans and rice and recycle it into bean burgers.
Then I got home and discovered that Steven had eaten the leftovers for lunch.
I overreacted. I was unduly upset, and it took me a while to figure out why: I was so, so worn out with the anxiety of planning meals, of managing — in my head — the pantry, of making sure we had ingredients, of thinking ahead, of spending all this time in the goddamn kitchen not for the love of cooking, but just to get something on the table. I realized that all the emotional and mental energy I was putting into cooking — not to mention the time — was not equal to the simple task of cleaning up, post-dinner. Steven could plug in his earbuds and mindlessly wash dishes. No stress.
I should mention here that I don’t at all “blame” Steven for this. There’s no blame to be had. He never set unfair expectations about what we’d eat for dinner and was happy with semi-frequent “fend for ourselves” nights. We both thought it was a good and fair arrangement. But after six years, it wasn’t. And the instant I realized what was bothering me, the instant I articulated it, Steven volunteered to cook all our dinners — and the occasional weekend breakfast — for the indefinite future. And this marvelous human has also been doing 85% of the post-dinner cleanup, too.
It has been wonderful.
Wonderful for both of us, I think. Because I created this role for myself as THE cook, Steven has never really had the chance to develop his own culinary skills. In the past, when he tried, I was a bit… overbearing. The kitchen was *my* domain, and I knew best. So I would hover, giving him “tips” and “pointers” and generally being a pain.
But now I stay the hell out of the kitchen while he’s cooking, only offering advice if asked. I banish myself to the living room and take the time to work on freelance assignments or to simply read. And then I get served up a nice hot meal, which I did not have to think about or plan for or prepare. It’s glorious!
I feel very lucky to have such a kind partner. I know this is a silly, self-induced “problem” to have, but it was causing me legitimate stress. I hope that by stepping out of the kitchen for a while, it’ll rekindle my enjoyment of cooking. I think it will. We’re going to share the cooking for a low-key Thanksgiving we’re hosting for Steven’s mom and step-dad, and I’m actually looking forward to it. That’s a good sign.
So! Where does this leave us? Well, I realize that I should have peppered this post with pictures of Steven-prepared meals, but I shamefully haven’t photographed a single one. I’ve just enjoyed them. But I do have some great content planned for y’all, including a really lovely interview with an author and a giveaway of her book. Stay tuned for that. In the meantime, I’ll be over here eating food I did not cook. ;)
9 thoughts on “On Not Cooking”
I had several months were cooking wasn’t happening. YIKES! I’m slowly getting back into it!
I hear you on this! C and I have a pretty good balance of taking turns cooking and shopping, but one night I snapped because I didn’t want to cook *or* clean up and I was so cranky about it. He was like, look, if that’s the case just tell me and either I’ll do both or we’ll go out for dinner. It’s not a rule that you have to do something every night! :)
This articulates a lot of what I’ve felt in the kitchen (as the chief and only cook) and never put into words for myself. Now I can understand why I’m so irritated when I get home and my partner has eaten the leftovers, that like you, I was counting on for an easy dinner.
There’s definitely an ebb and flow for cooking inspiration, and motivation, like all other things. I get into a routine sometimes of just eating cereal for dinner too, no shame about it. Sometimes that’s just what makes the most sense. As long as it makes you happy, keeps you healthy, and doesn’t hurt anyone else, why push yourself to do anything else? When the urge to get cooking returns, you’ll be refreshed and ready to get back to to!
I think it’s really easy to burnout, I feel the same way sometimes as well. I love cooking, but it can be so draining trying to plan ahead what we’re going to eat and find time to prepare it. I’m glad your new arrangement is working out for you both!
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