An insignificant step for mankind, but a huge leap for myself.
I come from a traditional background where the men handle heavy work and household repairs, while cooking is almost entirely reserved for women. I grew up believing I wasn’t meant for cooking, and that producing something edible required either natural talent or special training.
My parents did make me clean my room when I was young. I must have been nine, perhaps even earlier. I was expected to tidy up, clean the carpet, wash the floor, and dust every exposed surface. Every day. To this day I hate any kind of bibelot. I happily clean the entire house, but I refuse to dust. Naturally, my wife loves bibelots.
During my military service, I got used to washing my personal items by hand. Even now I still handwash my shirts, socks, and underwear. And I believe dishwashers are pointless.
A couple of months ago, my wife was away visiting a relative, and I had to take care of feeding myself. This was never a problem. I enjoy a limited range of dishes, vegetables, and fruit, all easy to find. The fact that I didn’t cook didn’t matter because I love salads and have always prepared them for my family. I don’t consider making a salad to be real cooking.
But one day I wondered whether I could make a simple vegetable soup, since I’m “so good” at salads. I followed an online recipe and was shocked to discover that my soup was not only edible but really tasty. Since then, I’ve been cooking my own soup, which is important, because I eat vegetable soup every day. I also feel a little guilty that my wife used to cook it for me all this time.
So I decided to surprise her by cooking something for her as well. I admit I was getting a bit overconfident, but the timing felt right: last weekend we were discussing how little fish we eat, and we agreed to buy some cod and prepare something simple. Of course, my wife assumed she would be the one cooking it, but I had other plans.
I thought I could poach the fish and make some rice (something I had never done before) especially since Google AI seemed so encouraging. On Wednesday morning I was determined: I would buy the ingredients and have dinner ready by 7 p.m., just in time for my wife’s arrival. By noon, however, I had become too nervous and abandoned the plan.
I’m terrible at keeping secrets, so the next morning over breakfast I confessed everything. My wife was half amused, half flattered. She told me I didn’t have to do any of this, but if I really wanted to try, she could give me a few pointers. Which she did.
So on Friday (yesterday), with renewed determination, I came home at 6 p.m. carrying all the necessary ingredients. I rinsed a cup of rice, “fried” a bit of garlic in olive oil for 30 seconds, added the rice, stirred it gently, then poured in two cups of water. Once it started boiling, I covered the pot and lowered the heat.
I took the cod out of its plastic wrapper, dried the pieces on paper towels, and salted them lightly. In a pan, I warmed some olive oil and “fried” the garlic for about a minute. Then I added the diced tomatoes and their juice (which I had already prepared, skin removed), white wine, and salt. I should have waited for the mixture to boil, but I forgot and placed the cod in immediately before covering the pan. It took about half an hour for the fish to cook, and by the time my wife arrived, I was almost done.
And surprisingly, the dish was very tasty.