My husband is sick! This is the first time I ever take up the work of looking after my sick husband who has, I believe, flu. I cook for him. It has always been he looking after me, and he does almost all the cooking.
I consider myself a failure: I do not know whether I’ve lost my cooking skill because I don’t usually cook now or because he has lost his appetite. I think may be a little bit of both.
Today’s lunch is not good, I confess. The egg and tomato sandwich is a little soggy, so I try to do a better dinner. I make some congee with dried scallop, soya sauce bean curd, minced pork cooked with tomato. I put in a little bit more of effort, a little bit more of time in preparation, a little bit more of thought, a little bit more of innovation…But what I get is, ‘Why is the congee so cold? My stomach feels bad after eating it. And the tomato with pork dish is too oily (although for the whole meal I have used less than one and a half table spoon of oil – he calls that too oily, ah!)’
Actually I’m not that happy but I do not say a word. Remember those days when I was having my Hepatitis C treatment (a total period of 48 weeks), he looked after me really well and he tried to cook tasty and healthy meals for me; but when I lost my appetite totally I threatened to not eat whatever he cooked, even the fish maw soup which was actually very nutritious and tasty.
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I just came back from heating the rest of the congee for him to finish writing this. He continues to be very picky. I decide to keep quiet. But he begins to have a bad temper again. Ha! He must be thinking what’s wrong with this woman who has not done much housework for a long time and is now so nice to me; she must be repenting for not being a good wife.
Oh dear, oh dear! He must be out of his mind to think he can now pose as a big husband in front of me showing me such attitude. But aye ya, do I have to remind him that I’m not his little woman!
I consider myself a failure: I do not know whether I’ve lost my cooking skill because I don’t usually cook now or because he has lost his appetite. I think may be a little bit of both.
Today’s lunch is not good, I confess. The egg and tomato sandwich is a little soggy, so I try to do a better dinner. I make some congee with dried scallop, soya sauce bean curd, minced pork cooked with tomato. I put in a little bit more of effort, a little bit more of time in preparation, a little bit more of thought, a little bit more of innovation…But what I get is, ‘Why is the congee so cold? My stomach feels bad after eating it. And the tomato with pork dish is too oily (although for the whole meal I have used less than one and a half table spoon of oil – he calls that too oily, ah!)’
Actually I’m not that happy but I do not say a word. Remember those days when I was having my Hepatitis C treatment (a total period of 48 weeks), he looked after me really well and he tried to cook tasty and healthy meals for me; but when I lost my appetite totally I threatened to not eat whatever he cooked, even the fish maw soup which was actually very nutritious and tasty.
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I just came back from heating the rest of the congee for him to finish writing this. He continues to be very picky. I decide to keep quiet. But he begins to have a bad temper again. Ha! He must be thinking what’s wrong with this woman who has not done much housework for a long time and is now so nice to me; she must be repenting for not being a good wife.
Oh dear, oh dear! He must be out of his mind to think he can now pose as a big husband in front of me showing me such attitude. But aye ya, do I have to remind him that I’m not his little woman!