Learn To Cook

Cooking is not really my thing. Not that I hate it, I just simply never had a chance to like this activity and everything associated with it. Dont get me wrong, I love eating a lot. But cooking? I never got near this territory. My mom is not fond of cooking. She naturally can cook some food, which some I like and some I dont, but she never put herself too often in the kitchen. We always had relatives cook delicious food for us. Or we could always go out for dinner (and I tell you, we have so much choices of food in my hometown). Everyone has their own part in a larger community and cooking was just not ours.

My mother never forced or taught me to cook. She frequently complained about my inability to cook. And I never took it seriously. I knew somehow that she was not serious. Well, not that serious. It had never crossed my mind that I would have to do it seriously one day. I went to another city to continue my undergraduate study and again, I always had a choice not to cook. What for, anyway? With uninterrupted and abundant supply of delicious ready-to-eat food everywhere, what`s the point of being able to cook.

Faith brought me to Japan. Earlier times, we arranged change of turn of cooking in coterie. As time passed by, one after another, we avoid the obligation of cooking with various fabricated excuses. And that was me most of the time. I had a very nice friend with a gift in cooking (especially Padangnese food). And she was unusually generous to cook for us. Often (Thank you, Kak Lusi).I love her doing that for us. And I always had her, who always remembered me when she had food and kindly shared them with me. Life has been pleasant to me.

Now that I`m married and living far away from easiness (in terms of Indonesian food availability), I need to learn to cook. It`s not that I must do that. But as a person having common sense, I have to be considerate when it comes to things related to domestic affairs. I am not telling you that it is easy or I of a sudden love this activity or anything, but it becomes less and less complex each time. Sometimes I enjoy it when the food turns out to be delicious, but more often I lose my appetite when I think that it is not tasteful. My husband never complains, though. So far :)