I'm a little tired of cooking this week. I'm sure your probably tired of hearing about me cooking. Ugh. I know.
There are probably many reasons for it, but I never thought about my roll as a woman in a relationship and the notion that it was my job to cook dinner every night. My Nana cooked every night. Troy's mom did, I'm sure. My mom did it to the extent that a single working mom could. There are millions of housewives across the country that do it.
Yet. I never considered it my job as Troy's girl to make sure dinner was on the table nightly when he got home. Not once. True, we aren't married but we've been together longer than most people I know in our generation. I work from home, so it would be easy for me to do. Still…
I'm not sure why I am opposed to the gender role. I only realized my opposition me last year.
I'm certainly not judging anyone who does. Jesus, running a house is tough work - especially when kids are involved. I don't have the patience of mind or the strength of body to be a mom, so blessed is she (or he) that runs the road of homemaker.
I'm not sure what the point of this is. Just thinking out loud. I wonder often why I'm so bothered by social constructs and roles assigned to women. Why am I so fucking contrary?
All that for a post on Chili Chicken. I made dinner for Troy tonight. I just threw a bunch of spices in a bag (chili powder, cumen, garlic powder, crushed pepper flakes, cayenne pepper, onion salt - about a 2 tablespoons of each) and 3 Tbls of dark brown sugar in a bag, tossed in 2 chicken breasts cut into 1 inch squares and shook to coat. Toss in a pan and cook for 30 minutes in the oven.
It was really good. Hot but sweet. It made us both sweat and would be good as wing sauce if you mixed with some butter or margarine.
We had it with some winter squash that was mixes with sugar, cinnamon and salt.
I love squash. It is one of my favorite things that I tried that was new.
Sorry for the big existential crisis above. Sometimes I just think too much.
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