I remember the first time a man cooked for me. It was my sophomore year in college, and the guy I was dating at the time invited me over to dinner. He always bragged about his cooking prowess, so I assumed I would be in for one hell of a feast. I made sure to skip the dining hall meal during the afternoon, just so I could work up my appetite.
Once dinner rolled around, I headed to his apartment. When I entered, I thought it was odd that I didn’t smell anything cooking. Well maybe he wanted to cook while I was there. No biggie. A few minutes after I was there, he started dinner by boiling a pot of spaghetti. Italian was fine with me. I was starving, so I was looking forward to finally eating.
That meal didn’t go as I had imagined it would. After the spaghetti was cooked, he sat a plate in front of me, scooped out the spaghetti from the pot, grabbed a jar of Ragu from the cabinet and poured it on top of my spaghetti. I was confused. Thoroughly confused. What did he expect me to do with some spaghetti with sauce straight from the jar? Apparently, just what he did. Grab a fork and eat it. Not one to be ungrateful, I ate the tasteless spaghetti. He asked if I liked it, I lied and say yes. Needless to say, that was the last meal I ever allowed him to cook for me.
Since that awful straight out of the jar spaghetti dinner fiasco, I make it a point to ask men if they can cook. Usually I’m given answers like, “I’m a bachelor, what do I need to cook for?” or, “Well isn’t that what you’re supposed to do for me?” Typically my answer is no. Whenever I see my brother in the kitchen getting his G. Garvin on, I think to myself the woman that ends up with him will be lucky. My brother is one of the few men that I know that takes his cooking seriously. In between playing video games as a kid, he was always in the kitchen watching my mother and grandmother. If he had questions, they were always eager to answer him.
I’ve learned that not a lot of men take an interest in cooking. Either they don’t have the time to do anything but pop in a microwave meal, or they’re dependent on someone to cook for them. It’s not that I don’t mind cooking for a man, but occasionally, I’d like to have someone cook for me as well. As a mother of a son, I’m going to make sure he doesn’t pull the Ragu straight from a jar when he invites a woman over for dinner. He will be well prepared and have his cooking repertoire in check.
Do you think men should hone their cooking skills? Have you met one that could throw down in the kitchen?