Thursday, June 9, 2011
Cooking dinner is part of the housedaughter equation of expectation which looks something like this: Desperate Housedaughter + free time + no job + vague household skills = dinner. Each and every night, I receive two phone calls, usually in this order:
4:30 PM - Dad calls. "Housedaughter, what's for dinner tonight? I'm on my way home on the train."
Me: "Dad, WTF? I'm so sick of getting these calls about dinner! I can't make dinner every single night! I already do all the laundry, 75% of the dishes, [blah blah prattling and whining about all the housework], so I don't feel compelled to make dinner, AGAIN!"
Dad: "Fine I'll eat bread for dinner."
5:30 PM - Mom calls: "Housedaughter, what's for dinner?"
Me: [Turning red with rage] "PFFFTTTTTT WHAT?"
Mom: "What. Is. For. Dinner?" (She's adorable and thinks I didn't hear her. I love optimists!)
Me: "Thanks, I heard you. Tacos. From last night."
Mom: "Ok, I'll just eat a muffin from the grocery store."
Oh dear. I try hard to avoid the carb-loaded dinner fate for my parents, but let's be clear - I hate cooking. Baking is fun and enjoyable, but cooking, NOOOOO! I don't find anything about it fun. So when dinner is laid squarely on my shoulders all the time, I get exhausted.
In the last 7 days, I've made dinner a shocking 3 times! BBQ burger/veggie extravaganza, tacos, and spaghetti and meatballs (well, I only made the meatballs). When my Dad makes dinner just once every 3 months, he gets mad if we ask him to make dinner again during that time. And I laugh at him copiously. What gives, people?
It's good to be a housedaughter in a way, because now I know (unless I married some super rich dude who regularly bought me Prada and we had a prenup) that I could never be a housewife. The expectation of dinner is just too much for me. It tosses me over the edge. Alas, I must now take my leave of you to go make my breakfast oatmeal. Let me confess that cooking breakfast is an exception to my cooking hatred. I make a delicious breakfast, so come on by anytime before 10 AM! But please don't ask me to make you dinner. Ever.
Posted by Melody at 6:30 AM