Frustrated Cook

When I was living alone, I hardly ever cooked, if not when having people over. I'm happy with yogurt, fruit, a salad and a handful of nuts. Occasionally a little fish, without going too crazy. For my guests, I prepared banquets: sometimes it took me three days to get everything ready. Then, I got married to Mr Picky Eater, for whom nothing is every good enough. It's hard to cook for him, as some days he likes something, others, he just doesn't even want to look at it, imagine eating it (fortunately, there are better sides to our marriage). So dinner is like a crapshoot, the most frustrating part of my day.
vitabeata vitabeata
56-60, F
May 15, 2012