Feeding my husband is always an issue for me. I am a born and raised midwest farm girl. (You may all save your farmer's daughter jokes for another time OK?) That definition means a few things, meat and potato dinners, women in the kitchen while the men were out working in the field, women fixed plates of food for everyone and brought out. These are the things I grew up with, this is what is normal to me.
I am not saying that women did not do outside tasks or they were kept barefoot and pregnant in the kitchen. But as a rule the women I knew ruled the kitchen and the men were at the table to be fed or play cards, never to help make the meal.
I think much of the dynamic comes from the farm environment. Instead of Dad putting on a suit and going to a 9 to 5 job, he worked in the fields and with the animals, all day. Instead of Mom putting on her 50's era pearls and high heels to be a housewife, she cooked meals, baked, bottle fed bum lambs and raised us kids. I am saying that both of them worked darn hard to provide for us, just in different ways.
My bother, sister and I worked too. When we got home from school, we changed into our chore clothes and fed and watered the animals, all the animals. We hauled wood to heat the house too. I can remember moving off the farm and thinking what a cake walk town chores would be, washing dishes and taking out the garbage. What a breeze.
So now that I have completely meandered down memory lane I will return to my point. I feel responsible for making dinner. Awhile ago we tried a very restricted diet as part of a fasting program at our church, no meat, bread, dairy, preservatives, or additives. It was quite a stretch for us. Add to that the fact I normally felt guilty if I served a meal without meat, and by meat we're talking about the entree. The bigger slab or hunk I could find the better. So there is guilt point one a meal without meat means your wife does not love you enough.
Dustin is a hearty eater unless it falls into certain categories; seafood (all of it), nuts, dark meat poultry and eggs (mixed with things ok but by themselves no.) I simply do not make these things unless I know he has other plans. When he was in the military and had a duty day I would usually go wild and get at least two or three of these treats while he was gone. Usually I rented a total chic flick too. Might as well get my dose of estrogen too. Now I tend to do this when he works late or has a dinner meeting. Which brings us to guilt point two do I still need to cook for him when I have already eaten one of my banned foods?
Normally dinner time does not bother me but sometimes I feel guilt over things he may not even care about. So lets do a poll with all two of you that read this.
Do you cook for the people in your life or with the people in your life?
Does dinner ever make you feel guilty about what you're serving?
Does meat take center stage at dinner? Does it have other support roles or even a few nights off?
Well this turned into a darker post than I thought it would be. Feel free to tell all your farmer's daughter jokes now if you wish.