In my (close to) four years stay here in Dubai, I have tried to be involved in the kitchen ‘more’ rather than just being in bed and watch TV (or read).
I have always been vocal to people (everybody) that I am not a good cook. I can bake… toss a salad… but never do ‘homegrown’ meals.
Rob knew that.
That’s why when we lived ‘on our own’ (literally)… I had to really look through the internet for recipes. I even had to blew dust from my recipe books because they were tucked away… very deep…
I know, I have bragged about my ‘kare-kare’ (thanks to Mama Sita’s kare-kare mix!)… yet I think I have not reached Rob’s expectations.
A lot of sighs, irritated looks, angry stares… just because of my cooking.
I wanted to cook (now more than ever!) however whenever I get these comments from Rob… I just lose faith… I become demotivated.
I know I cannot cook ‘homegrown’ meals but I try … and also, I did not come from a family where cooking ‘bulalo’ or ‘kare-kare’ or whatever has been practiced. Nope. My mom would just cook or should I say saute vegetables… or boil meat and then put whatever ingredients we have on the fridge!
I’m just depressed (again) because one of the conversations of the day was (gulp!) about my cooking. I wanted to scream awhile ago but decided not to.
It’s just… I don’t know… I just want to be complimented or at least acknowledged for the effort I’m doing. I know this is one of our (as a woman) responsibilities… but I’m trying… I’m sooo f**king trying… at least give me some credit for it…