My parents have been to stay with us for a few days recently. They have quite a traditional domestic set-up, Mum does all the cooking and most of the housework, Dad does all the DIY and car maintenance. DP and I do not - we take turns cooking, share the cleaning and DIY reasonably equally and try not to divide tasks based on gender.
When I cook, it tends to be something that requires minimal effort and mess - pasta and sauce, meat and veg, bolognese - basically something requiring half an hour, one tray, one saucepan, and a maximum of three utensils. Mum likes to plan meals, do everything 'properly', use a multitude of kitchen equipment and make a whole song and dance about the whole process. She likes to help out when she comes to stay, which is great, but she seems to want to involve me in the minutiae of the cooking process as if it's some kind of mother/daughter bonding process. She asks constant questions about how I want her to chop a certain vegetable (I really don't care), or how do I scrub my potatoes (I don't), or how I like certain processes to be done (when I've never done them in my life and have no desire to start). I end up seething with frustration and being very short with her.
The reason I've asked this in feminism is because I see cooking as housework, and therefore in the same category as washing, ironing, scrubbing floors and all the other traditional 'female' tasks which have entrapped women for generations. Logically I'm aware that I could be reasonably good at cooking, and even enjoy it, and it could be something nice I could do with my mum. But I can't seem to get beyond this hatred of it, and find I don't want to be seen as able to cook, as if it's something embarrassing and shameful.
Does anyone understand or feel like this too? I want to be able to get past this but I'm struggling....
