When I cook for my wife’s family, I get endless, sincere praise. They tell me it’s the greatest soup they’ve ever had. They ask for recipes. The next day they sheepishly ask if they can eat the rest of the leftovers.
When I cook for my side of the family: nothing. Crickets. Which is even more odd to me since my mom never met a seasoning. Period. She does not season her cooking. One time she was tipping over a jar of Italian seasoning just to let it look at the meatballs, and she accidentally spilled some in, and everyone told her it was the best meatballs she ever made.
But I provide a flavorful, well-prepared soup, and at best I get: “Well it turns out I didn’t mind black beans this one time, but I still hate them.”
I dont think that is odd actually. Food just does not have a high status on your side of the family. It is something you do to avoid dying and not something you do to enjoy.
When you make them nice food it is just the same as the bad food on the “gives me nutients” scale. The taste/enjoyment scale is never used to rate your food.
When I cook for my wife’s family, I get endless, sincere praise. They tell me it’s the greatest soup they’ve ever had. They ask for recipes. The next day they sheepishly ask if they can eat the rest of the leftovers.
When I cook for my side of the family: nothing. Crickets. Which is even more odd to me since my mom never met a seasoning. Period. She does not season her cooking. One time she was tipping over a jar of Italian seasoning just to let it look at the meatballs, and she accidentally spilled some in, and everyone told her it was the best meatballs she ever made.
But I provide a flavorful, well-prepared soup, and at best I get: “Well it turns out I didn’t mind black beans this one time, but I still hate them.”
I dont think that is odd actually. Food just does not have a high status on your side of the family. It is something you do to avoid dying and not something you do to enjoy.
When you make them nice food it is just the same as the bad food on the “gives me nutients” scale. The taste/enjoyment scale is never used to rate your food.
Exactly the same. They are genuinely excited and my side of the family goes: soup? We’re not sick…