Category Archives: Dependency

On being too well cared for, turning this MAN into an imbecile in the, kitchens, the story of a, marriage…translated…

After Twenty Years of Marriage, I’d, Regressed to Only Making the Instant Noodles &, Broiling up the Water…………

When I met my wife in my master’s studies, I was stunned by her cooking.

illustration from UDN.com

First time I’d gone to her residence to hang out, she’d made the sweet and sour pork, the spicy tofu, coleslaw, barbecue wings, and a plate of mushroom with zucchini stir fried.  There were only six, including herself.  The rest of the group saw me confused, told me, “this lady can feed a group of ten in two hours!  We are starved, and she gets to stress relief!”

She surely, cook to relieve her stress, one time around finals, she’d become, overly, anxious, she’d stared, kneading the doughs, flattening, and mixing up the fillings of pork, started making the, dumplings from scratch, and there were the various flavors of celery with beef, cabbage with pork, and eggs with chicken; as she’d made the final dumpling, she’d shoved the hoard into the freezer, then, she’d, settled herself down, to cram the books.

I’d boarded all the way since after middle school graduation, I’d flown to the U.S. in my twenties to live alone to study, being independent is the need.  Before I met her, I could, buy the chickens, slice up the ginger, add in the mushrooms, to make them all into, soup, with the stir fried veggies for a meal, but, twenty years after we were wed, I’d regressed to only knowing how to pour the hot water over the, instant, noodles.

These two years, my son learned to make the soft-boiled egg, the fried rice with the shrimps, and the seafood gumbo noodles, she’d begun complaining to me, “even our son can cook for us, I’d not had anything you’d made yet!”

from before when he was single…what he had to learn, to feed himself…photo from online

For this, I’d had to, hone up my rusty cooking skills on a Saturday when my son was staying at school to study.

Let’s make the fried egg with the tomatoes then.

Breaking the eggs, I’d not watched the wok, the sides charcoaled, in a panic, I’d, chopped up a tomato, and tossed it all in.  Certainly, this didn’t satisfy her, “the tomato is still RAW, but the egg’s overcooked, and charred.”

“I’d fried the fish, it should taste, okay…”, she’d, poked at the fish, frowned, “the skin is completely torn, burned on the surface, but undercooked close to the bones!”

“Let me try the vegetable then!”, I’d felt, more and more, guilty.  She’d tried, immediately sighed, “the fire you cook with is too full in volume, the sliced garlic, completely burned, making the vegetables, bitter………”

“Have some seaweed wonton soup then, I’d pulled the wonton out of the freezer, I can’t, go wrong?”:, I’d hated how my ego is, getting, trampled on, and it all depends on this soup that I’d, made then.

“Ahhhhhhh, the inside filling are completely separated from the wraps, totally, dissembled, what am I supposed to eat first, the filling or the, wrap?”

Although she’d, picked and chosen, but she’d, stuffed each bite into her mouth, and started, giggling too.

after he got married…photo from online

I’d felt like a loser more and more, and told her, “you’d picked my cooking to the bones, it doesn’t taste good at all, so why are you, still, eating everything?”, as she’d slowly swallowed the wonton down, she’d, responded, “because you made it!”

Her words were, awakening to me, it’d, drained most of my anxiety and anger out, but I’d, shouted back at her, “you’re the one who’d turned me this incompetent in cooking!”

Thinking of it afterwards, failing in cooking, there are, the both of us who were, responsible.

So, this is on the reliance of your wife, she took care of you, turned you into an idiot, you may have had the skills to make the meals okay from before you were wed, but after you were married, you’d, left the cooking to her, and, lost your, skill set, and, when the time came for you to “show off” your cooking skills, naturally, you got an, “F!” on that, report card…

turning him into this…photo from online