Feminine Pride

Weekends. Two days off from work. Two days of selfishness. Two days bonding with family. Two days of being yourself. Two days off the phone.

Weekends are the days I can cook homemade dishes for the family. Days I can say I am a woman ... at least in that regard. Never learning to do the laundry of ironing the clothes are one of the things I confess I am not so proud off. My perception might not be straight but cooking makes me think and feel that at least I am doing something for the family.

I guess I came to the point where most women value the opinions of the members of family about the food they prepare. Every time I hear them praise my dish, see their eyes twinkle at first taste, and feel their sincere appreciation of what I have prepared always make me high. I thought the feeling unexplainable yet every time is immensely rewarding.

When a member of the family brags about my dish to other people, the intensity grows higher but that is the time I would also feel a little bit worried because most of my mom's relatives are food veterans from the province hence the prowess and knowledge of Filipino food is far greater than I posses considering I am only a beginner and I am not even a professional.

When a friend tasted a dish I have prepared for my lunch at work, she actually beamed when she was told I cooked it. I know her for a meticulous housewife therefore her opinion really matters to me. I felt the joy rushed through my veins and it inspired me a lot.

Chalk it down to feminine pride, I guess. Now that I have lost my faith about something, I don’t know where to go on from here, what career path to take, or what opportunity to grab. Maybe culinary arts would give me a new hope about life. Once I thought about being an interpreter but it may take forever to master a language so maybe finishing college is a must right now so that I can move on and try another career avenue.