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Ever since I started doing work in clients' homes a few years ago I have been noticing an interesting phenomena that seems to have escaped the attention of the media.
These days, blokes do all the cooking!
In nearly every house I visit, including my own, it is the man of the house who is more likely to be preparing the evening meal than the woman.
What has brought about this change in roles?
My guess is that, as more women go out to work, men have been expected to take on a bigger share of domestic duties. Putting the bins out once a week is no longer enough!
Men being men, we have picked the plumb, creative job - cooking. This means that we can retreat into our kitchen as if it were a second shed, put the radio on while the rest of the family watches Emmerdale, and play at being Gordon Ramsey.
Naturally, this new shared role does not extend any further into the areas of dish-washing, laundry, ironing, bog-cleaning etc etc.
Because after all...
...we cooked the tea!
Of course, I'm not talking here about subsistance cooking. Fish fingers and chips for the kids remains wifey's domain. No, I'm talking about glory cooking - creations of subtle, interlocking flavours, with a flourish of colour served tastefully on bone china.
Of course, if we didn't do the cooking, we'd be living on Tesco microwave dinners or the kids' leftover fish fingers and chips (actually very tasty on a butty with tomato ketchup!)
Does this scenario sound familiar to anyone else, or is it a peculiarly Mancunian phenominum?
Who does the cooking in your house?
Cheers
Brad
It's nearly time to put the breakfast on!
These days, blokes do all the cooking!
In nearly every house I visit, including my own, it is the man of the house who is more likely to be preparing the evening meal than the woman.
What has brought about this change in roles?
My guess is that, as more women go out to work, men have been expected to take on a bigger share of domestic duties. Putting the bins out once a week is no longer enough!
Men being men, we have picked the plumb, creative job - cooking. This means that we can retreat into our kitchen as if it were a second shed, put the radio on while the rest of the family watches Emmerdale, and play at being Gordon Ramsey.
Naturally, this new shared role does not extend any further into the areas of dish-washing, laundry, ironing, bog-cleaning etc etc.
Because after all...
...we cooked the tea!
Of course, I'm not talking here about subsistance cooking. Fish fingers and chips for the kids remains wifey's domain. No, I'm talking about glory cooking - creations of subtle, interlocking flavours, with a flourish of colour served tastefully on bone china.
Of course, if we didn't do the cooking, we'd be living on Tesco microwave dinners or the kids' leftover fish fingers and chips (actually very tasty on a butty with tomato ketchup!)
Does this scenario sound familiar to anyone else, or is it a peculiarly Mancunian phenominum?
Who does the cooking in your house?
Cheers
Brad
It's nearly time to put the breakfast on!