I love to cook. It's relaxing and creative for me. For me, a fun afternoon would be planning out dinner for the week.
Fi is currently trying to learn. It's adorable. But it's getting frustrating because he'll tell me he's taking care of dinner, but then ask me detailed questions every three minutes. I suggested we cook together, but he wanted to do it by himself (he's made this dish before).
I think my pre-existing anxiety issue is causing a lot of this, but I can feel my annoyance threshold getting filled right up. I have to keep stepping back and tell myself he's learning, I got good at this through practice, and he's really trying. And he takes such pride when the end result is good!
Anybody have a similar experience trying to help out an SO who is sort of hopeless in the kitchen? Who mostly cooks in your house?
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