Chef's Wife Story

Funny how I thought differently about marrying a chef. The look of a young man on a white jacket, apron and the chef's hat leaving my heart beating so fast. I have seen these handsome young chefs since high school, with the same feeling, the same admiration. I always dreamed of getting one as a boyfriend, who knows later in life I got one as a husband.

First year of the relationship was so easy, his position was still a Commis, not much responsibilities, simple job. Second year and the years after along with his moves up to higher position was something else. I must say, I felt deceived by him, I did not know that marrying a chef means stay home alone till late night, no family day during weekend, full of broken promises, and husband gets home smells of fish, sometimes garlic, onion, whatever. These were never written on the deeds if there was one.

One of my friends said how nice and lucky I am to have a chef husband, she said I don't have to cook for him and he will cook for me instead. I was thinking what is wrong with my friend, what makes she thinks that my dear chef husband would cook for me when he has been busy in the kitchen cooking for his customer? 

Chefs with love

However, I still have a lot more reasons why I am still in love with one. Love becomes more challenging for him and for me, juggling time to keep both world in his hand: family and work, marriage life never be boring with all the fights, the midnight kisses on the forehead to take me to the lala land,  the arguments over cancelled day off, the demotion when I got to be the sous chef and all he can do is just peeling the veg when we cook in our own kitchen. 

We are equal I can say, I never been so desperate, although I feel almost there.