Why men who cook are the best

Every time a man goes to the kitchen, and not to fetch a cold drink from the fridge but cook, it’s a sight to behold. These men are feminists. It’s only that they don't ambush us with pictures of food everywhere. Why they have been forgotten again is because they don't bring our social media walls down with many useless captions.

Forget men who open car doors, pull chairs for their women and buy chocolates. These men are just copy cats of what they see Kina Alehandro do in soaps. The true chivalry is in his ability to cook and still remain intrepid and in control. These men are not to be confused with henpecked men who cook because they fear their women. Such men are to be pitied. A press release on their state will be out soon.

Men who cook are confident of their masculinity. They are not needy men. It suffices to say they have relationships for companionship and not to enslave women to cook for them. Such men will cook when their women are working late. They won't have a problem serving meals when their women are seated on the sofa selecting the channel with the best soap. Of course it’s KTN. They know cooking and serving meals won't make them lesser men.

On the other hand, men who shy away from the kitchen as though it's an area prone to an earthquake are so needy. They are men who will eat everything in the kitchen, empty the whole fridge and even scrap the ice crystals from the side of the fridge out of hunger. Most of them look down upon amazing men who cook. They imagine cooking is sissy and beneath them. Such men will insist that a woman knows how to cook before they can consider her for marriage. I think it's just taking themselves too seriously.

Men can cook anything they like. They can use gastronomy; have recipe books; cook meat, pilau and all traditional dishes. But why is pilau overrated? A meal that makes kina Fatuma imagine they are top chefs. Just because they can add food colour to rice, meat then spice it to produce a sweet "aroma". We should get over this pilau obsession. It’s just rice and tiny brownish stony like pieces of meat.

Darlings who cook should let us women cook chapatis. Let them for once be needy since they would wish to eat chapati but we are not around. Let them wait with exe (damn! not that man who lied that they can't live without us but wheat flour) till we return from the market. Let men be mesmerized by our soft, brown and layered chapatis. It would be nice if they add that; the last time they tried, they cooked mabati-like chapatis. If men cook but leave chapatis to women, peace at home and peace in the world will be realised.