“Being married to a chef must be the best thing ever. #marriedtoachef.”
This is what I read as I glanced at twitter this morning.
Really? Best thing ever?
Don’t get me wrong. I’m not complaining. I love that my husband is a chef. I love that when he is home, he cooks, because the food tastes SO MUCH BETTER!! I love that I can show him a recipe and he can immediately tell if it’s going to turn out. I love that he currently has 12,206 files in his recipe directory on Google Drive. I love how handsome he looks in his chef coat each morning when he walks out the door. The list could go on and on . . .
But let me let you in on a little secret, in case you are reading this and are not married to a chef. The life of a chef is not as glamorous as it looks on the Food Network. Let me give you a few examples . . . (more…)
“When I get married, I’m going to marry a chef because I can’t cook.”
“I want to marry a chef so they can cook for me every night.”
“My Mom just told me I better find a chef to marry or I might never eat when I move out.”
If you are married to a chef, what color are your dinner plates at home?
How many sets do you have?
How much to you know about food as the spouse or significant other of a chef?
After 19 years of being married to a chef, you would think I would be a culinary genius.
We have tons of cookbooks and recipes. I’ve tasted more food than the average person. Our lives seem to revolve around food. Vacations always have something to do with food and where we are going to eat. We plan the meal or snacks for our date nights before we plan the rest of the night (if there is anything else we are going to do).
So why is it that I still know so little?
I think this might be the biggest reason that spouses and significant others of chefs find my website. Many of us are sitting at home on Saturday nights while most of our friends are out and about . . . yet our chefs are at work and we are home by ourselves (or with the kids) and are lonely.
It’s interesting. Loneliness has looked different to me at different times in my life.
When we were first married and my husband and I were working opposite schedules, I would get home, eat dinner by myself, and spend the night alone. I was lonely. I missed him. I wished he could be home so we could spend time together. I hated having all that time without him.
I found ways to occupy my time while he was at work. I watched TV, worked on my weekly Bible Study, did pages in my scrapbook, etc. But I would still think of him many times during the night and miss him. I was lonely. It was silent in our home and I struggled with the long hours he was working. I hated having all that time to myself.
Fast forward 19 years and the loneliness looks different. (I wish I had more time by myself – LOL!) (more…)