My family raves about my cooking. I myself think I’m a decent cook. I by no means can just whip anything up off the top of my head, but give me a recipe and I’ll pretty much make it to a t. I season all meats nicely and never leave things bland. With that being said, my husband rarely compliments my food. In fact, he quite often tells me things I should have done differently. Tonight after making lasagna while holding our 8 month old almost the entire time, he said “you should add that white cheese that’s often in lasagna. Is it ricotta?” Only I did add ricotta. In fact I made a ricotta mixture with egg, mozzarella, parmesan, and other herbs/spices.
As much as I love him, this man eats his steak dipped in bbq sauce.
All this to say, I’m about to give up cooking for us. I’m tired of feeling like I’m sucky in the kitchen when he’s just super picky. Instead I’ll be cooking for me and the baby. Girl dinner from here on out. 🙋🏼♀️