When first deciding to start this blog I began perusing the internet to see who else was out there with the same life I have. What I found were many more support group blogs for chef’s wives than how great it is to be married to one. Where they saw bad I saw good. When they were lonely I was like “YES” me time. They complained about the mess in the kitchen, I was ecstatic I did not have to cook. Your food always tastes good. Guests never complain. And, he’s much cheaper than a restaurant!
I get asked many questions once people find out that my husband is a chef, most are the same, but the most frequent is “Are you nervous he is not going to like it?”. If anyone knew the actual frequency that I cook they wouldn’t be asking. Maybe it is because he is my husband or that you have to be a strong and confident woman to be married to a chef (I like the latter) but the first meal I ever made for him was my all time favourite, KD. I know, I pulled out all the stops after 8 months but I thought I would show him who is boss.
After we tied the knot it was time to get out of our little (tiny) apartment and into a bigger space. It was apparently also time for me to start cooking? ( I may or may not have at that time made a promise that with a bigger, nicer kitchen I would start to cook more meals for us). Technically I am holding up my end of the bargain, it is more than before and does not always come from a box. To also prove myself I use Facebook and Instagram to prove this to my questioning friends and family members, otherwise I would be hanging out to dry and still being asked the question “are you cooking yet?”.
Fortunately, the daily grind of life is made a little less miserable and a lot more fun with the company of a chef in tow. I look forward to bringing you the idiocracy’s and hypocrisies in my life as the chef’s wife.