Word. My dad taught me how to cook so I always kinda shrug at the idea that it’s women’s work or…

The first thing my very Italian-American mother asks anytime I’m going home to visit my parents is what I want to eat when I’m there. Food very directly means affection in our family, which is probably why it’s a bit of a milestone when I cook for someone I’m dating (or consider it a big deal when they cook for me).

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