Today my wife offered to teach me how to make tostones. Since I’m trying to be more open-minded about trying new things, I tied on an apron. While we were cooking, my mother came home from a friend’s birthday party. As usual she forgot her key and started ringing the door bell like crazy. I came to the door and opened it. My mother, seeing me in an apron, immediately started making fun of me.
“Qué linda, Doña Carla,” she said, smirking. My wife, Tracy told her that some of the best chefs in the world are men. My mother waved her hand in the air and didn’t say anything more but I knew she didn’t like seeing me in the kitchen.
I will probably always have a more traditional view of male/female gender roles due to how I was raised, but I had a good time cooking with my wife. We worked together to create a meal. We danced to salsa while the smell of tostones filled the house. These are the kind of memories I will remember until the end of my life.