I have been thinking about that a lot; I want a man who loves my cooking. Ron was very complex. If I cooked something he would be very critical. Sometimes he wouldn't - one or two meals he loved it. Then he hated it and didn't want me to make it again. I think it was part of the "crazy making" he did on and off I never knew what to expect, even before he got the Alzheimer's.
He was actually easy to cook for, after that, he would want the same thing again and again every meal for weeks until he got sick of it and wanted something else.
But I want a man who loves my cooking, thinks I'm the best.
He is far too kind to ever say anything but I suspect that's why Buddy asked me to stop bringing him food - he didn't like it. I don't think that's ever going to come up so I won't know.
My adoptive Mom wanted a husband who'd be a good cook. She got a husband who is happy to take her out to dinner.
I would just like a guy who enjoys my cooking and looks forward to my next creation. I think I'm pretty good, my friends say I am, but I guess in the end only one opinion matters?
We'll see.
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