… is through his stomach.”
Yes, it sounds all 1950s ante Women’s Rights, but I grew up hearing this all the time. All the women in my family are astounding cooks, and all the women on my dad’s side are just innately gifted at baking. I seem to have been lucky enough to have inherited that gene, and spent enough time watching, and eventually helping, my mom and aunts in the kitchen to be really comfortable with baking. I’ve never in my nearly 21 years burnt a batch of cookies. Real food, on the other hand… didn’t come so easily for me, but I can make the bare minimum easy stuff to get by (pasta, rice, baked potatoes, etc.) and not completely screw it up. Anyway, my aunt (my dad’s younger sister) has always told me: “The fastest way to a man’s heart is through his stomach.” Boy, was she right!
When you start dating someone new, there’s that beginning phase where you’re just trying to impress each other. It’s natural; you each want to prove you’re a suitable mate. You might brag of academic and work accolades, put extra effort into your physical appearance, try extra hard not to say or do anything embarrassing… I like to bake my new man a batch of cookies. (Okay, I do that other stuff too.) I was listening to some lady on the radio the other day who was talking about how wrong it was for women to try to impress men by cooking and cleaning for them and trying to prove they are wife material. She went on some feminist rant, deploring the 1950s housewife ideals, saying she had been in so many failed relationships where she had started out trying to show the guy she was wife material, trying to fulfill some cookie cutter ideals for him, when really she should have been the “interviewer” looking for winning characteristics in him. Not trying to be rude, but maybe she just isn’t much of a cook. Yes, clearly I have had failed relationships, as I am not still with Boyfriend #1, but there are myriad other reasons why things might not work out, and there is not a damn thing wrong with cooking to impress your man.
Let me tell you, being an empowered, independent woman who don’t need no man is nice and all, but nothing beats having a man wrapped around your little finger, doing damn near anything you ask just for your cooking. Serious boyfriends have always told me that they first fall in love with my looks, then my personality, then they’re won over by my cookies.
Basically, listen to the generations of women before us, because they know what they’re talking about.