Here is the truth.
It makes me feel so, so happy to come home from work and start cooking a really good dinner before my husband gets home, and have him come home from work to find a home full of nice smells, and then for him to lurk around the kitchen asking if he can help me cook, and then to set the table and have dinner together, and have cooked it myself, and have it be delicious.
Another truth: sometimes I worry that makes me an unempowered woman, or something.
Does liking to cook good food for my husband make me an anti-feminist?? I sometimes have this crisis.
