Cooking and I — we aren’t friends.
I have never been fond of cooking, even as a little girl growing up in a traditional Mexican household.
While my aunts, grandmother, and mum would fill the kitchen on Sundays with the unmistakable smell of spices and chillies, learning to make what they prepared never called my attention. My sister and I helped sometimes as part of our weekly chores, but as soon as we were old enough, we lost total interest in the kitchen.
I grew up, and I never took a liking to cooking for myself or others. And thanks to my long-distance boyfriend who is the male version of Martha Stewart, there’s even less motivation for me to learn how to cook traditional Mexican dishes when he’s in town.
And when he is gone, the only times I cooked at home were because I had to; because I didn’t want to go out to eat with friends or order in for myself. Cooking at home was always out of necessity, and never for enjoyment. I envied those who had fun while cooking, and I think it had a lot to do with the fact that my meals would be for one — I’ve always hated eating alone.
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I have never been the daughter who phones her mum to ask for help with recipes. The main reason being I just don’t enjoy cooking or trying new recipes. But the other reason is that my parents and I have had a rocky relationship from the moment I announced I’d left the Catholic church almost 10 years ago. Ever since then, things were never the same between me and my extremely religious parents.
Our relationship is in a better place now, with the help of therapy and, honestly, time. Time has healed wounds and buried some of our differences, but things have never really returned to the time before I left Catholicism.
However, with COVID-19 turning our worlds upside down, situations I never could have imagined happening… are happening.