Oh is. And my mother interrogates me: "Do you cook soups of mouth every day? But now we are talking to you, and your husband is still unfed! How to heat the potatoes or cook the peelings? It is unthinkable! He will leave you!"
I breathe, hold my shoulders. How to explain to a man that I don’t want my husband to have a dozen varieties of salt as my father made his mouth too hot! I wanted a potato yesterday, but I don’t want it today. And in general, I wanted tubes with condensation, and they with cream!"
My husband loves to eat everything I cook, sometimes cooking and feeding me. And yes, neither my mom nor my housewife ever worked a full shift, mom even at two sometimes.
And if the husband goes to the one that the borsches cook every day. He is better off with me than with me.