14.1.10

Dear ladies of the world

Dear ladies of the world,

On behalf of all the living, breathing, and well ripped men of the world, I beseech you all to pursue the most honorable honor of being able to cook.

No, I don't mean microwave roti canai. Not ready-made-mixed cookies. And certainly not Maggi Mee with ham slices.

I mean homemade hot cakes with hot maple syrup and bananas. I mean honey roasted pork with potatoes and broccoli. And bread pudding! Don't forget the bread pudding!

Yes, as much as men may appear strong, we juggernauts of non-emotion have more than a heart and feelings. We have a stomach and hunger pangs. Beneath our bulging biceps lies a feeble arm that wants to hold a beef burrito. Under the toned torso of ours lies a the vulnerable body wanting to be filled with love lemon cheesecake. Hidden behind the domineering men who need nothing are infants waiting to be nourished.

In male vocabulary, what may seem like 'normal' words often have different meanings to us. Like Megan Fox doesn't just mean "an actress from Tennessee", the word also means "hot". To men, do you know what love defines? Food. (and sports, computer games, wrestling, and many others)

Eric Fromm said "Love is the only sane and satisfactory answer to the problem of human existence." Ask around, and more than 90% of men would have no idea who Mr. Fromm is or what he said.

But let's replace "love" with "food". "FOOD is the only sane and satisfactory answer to the problem of human existence." Ask around again, and more than 90% of men would tell you "I most certainly agree!"

Dear ladies of the world, as much as we cannot live without your love, with all due respect, we also cannot live without food. The male race has been cultured, chiseled, and molded into expert lovers. And as honorary owners of loving, a title which we have deservedly earned, we can promise you this: Feed our tummies and we will feed your heart.

This is a call. A call to pots, pans, and woks. A battle cry to don aprons and arm yourselfs with ladles, spatulas, and spoons. Ladies of the world, we are tired of of drive-through dinners. Ladies of the world, LEARN HOW TO COOK.


With all the (expertised) love in the world,
Cedric & the men of the world (and their tummies)

Up next: LEARN HOW TO LEARN HOW TO COOK!

2 comments:

Wife, Mother & Psychologist said...

Just do us all a favour and get yourself a wife who can cook real well.

Cedric said...

Noted.