I feel silly feeling like this,
but it makes me happy when my husband really likes something that I cook.
And it makes me even happier when he brings my food to work and all of his co-workers ask him to bring some for them, too. And when I go in to pick him up from work and I get compliments on my food.
I feel like there is someone out there thinking I’m stupid, because women don’t belong in the kitchen, and my worth isn’t measured by my cooking skills and blah blah blah. But you know what? It’s still the best feeling in the world. I love cooking. If I could do this for a living, I would.