Bullshit, I love it when my partner hangs around the kitchen while I cook. We get into all sorts of silly discussions or deep philosophical debates.
I especially love when my child is in the kitchen because I have the chance to teach them new things, or they tell me about their day, or vent their frustrations, or tell me a cheesy joke ect.
Only grumpy assholes wouldn’t want other people in the kitchen and frankly I don’t care what grumpy assholes want.
I have a tiny “one-butt kitchen” and I would also be uncomfortable using a sharp knife with anyone crowded over me as close as in the picture. But I love(d) cooking with my kids even if we had to spill over into the rest of the apartment, and now when they visit I “sous-chef” by washing and prepping the vegetables ahead of time, making sure they start with all clean dishes and an empty dishwasher to put the used ones in, and making delighted noises about how much more beautiful their dumplings are than mine, that kind of thing. And later I rearrange the dishwasher to my liking/best efficiency, because it’s only when you have all the dishes that you can really determine the best arrangement.
Oh my God! One of my absolute fucking FAVORITE things my son does is he really wants to help me cook. It’s absolutely fucking adorable. He just turned 6 so there’s not a lot that he can manage on his own yet for actual on the stove cooking, but I let him stir certain things, help me pour certain ingredients, stuff like that and he’s always so proud.
My wife and I did “date night” ever other Thursday. One of our rules was that if we decided to stay in and cook, we had to do it together. I really liked those nights, but our kitchen was fairly good size. Like you said, it’s a nice situation for just chatting. It’s like being on a short road trip.
A lot of people are just control freaks about their living space and they can’t stand someone doing something differently than they’d do it. My mom was one of them for sure. She was also a shitty cook.
I’m not a control freak and I find it really hard to be around people who are, and goddamn there are a lot of them out there.
I’d just like to find someone who actually cooks. Everyone I date thinks cooking is gross and basically lives off those meal box services. I haven’t met anyone who likes to cooks in over a decade.
My mom was a control freak in the kitchen, and now I hate cooking. Every time I make anything more complex than a very simple pasta, I’m subconsciously growing more and more tense because I’m just waiting for someone to yell at me.
it’s given me a aversion to very clean spaces, and a lot of comfort in spaces that are dirty and ‘lived in’, and when i go to someone’s house and it looks like it’s from a magazine photo and there isn’t a spec of dust my skin crawls.
Bullshit, I love it when my partner hangs around the kitchen while I cook. We get into all sorts of silly discussions or deep philosophical debates.
I especially love when my child is in the kitchen because I have the chance to teach them new things, or they tell me about their day, or vent their frustrations, or tell me a cheesy joke ect.
Only grumpy assholes wouldn’t want other people in the kitchen and frankly I don’t care what grumpy assholes want.
I have a tiny “one-butt kitchen” and I would also be uncomfortable using a sharp knife with anyone crowded over me as close as in the picture. But I love(d) cooking with my kids even if we had to spill over into the rest of the apartment, and now when they visit I “sous-chef” by washing and prepping the vegetables ahead of time, making sure they start with all clean dishes and an empty dishwasher to put the used ones in, and making delighted noises about how much more beautiful their dumplings are than mine, that kind of thing. And later I rearrange the dishwasher to my liking/best efficiency, because it’s only when you have all the dishes that you can really determine the best arrangement.
Oh my God! One of my absolute fucking FAVORITE things my son does is he really wants to help me cook. It’s absolutely fucking adorable. He just turned 6 so there’s not a lot that he can manage on his own yet for actual on the stove cooking, but I let him stir certain things, help me pour certain ingredients, stuff like that and he’s always so proud.
My wife and I did “date night” ever other Thursday. One of our rules was that if we decided to stay in and cook, we had to do it together. I really liked those nights, but our kitchen was fairly good size. Like you said, it’s a nice situation for just chatting. It’s like being on a short road trip.
yoink Just stealing your idea, don’t mind me.
Awesome, enjoy!
A lot of people are just control freaks about their living space and they can’t stand someone doing something differently than they’d do it. My mom was one of them for sure. She was also a shitty cook.
I’m not a control freak and I find it really hard to be around people who are, and goddamn there are a lot of them out there.
I’d just like to find someone who actually cooks. Everyone I date thinks cooking is gross and basically lives off those meal box services. I haven’t met anyone who likes to cooks in over a decade.
My mom was a control freak in the kitchen, and now I hate cooking. Every time I make anything more complex than a very simple pasta, I’m subconsciously growing more and more tense because I’m just waiting for someone to yell at me.
I can relate. my mom was like it about cleaning.
it’s given me a aversion to very clean spaces, and a lot of comfort in spaces that are dirty and ‘lived in’, and when i go to someone’s house and it looks like it’s from a magazine photo and there isn’t a spec of dust my skin crawls.