Lens: Voigtlander color-skopar 35mm f2.5
Camera: NEX-7, ISO400, f2.5, 1/60, raw
We had dinner at my parents. They invited some colleagues from the old times, people I haven’t seen since ages. It was a very nice atmosphere, even with the extreme hot weather than is now making Italy very similar to a steam bath.
As most of the Italian mothers and grandmothers, my mum is an excellent cook. She’s also the kind of post 70’s feminist, so she avoided to teach my sister how to prepare a meal (that would have been sexist) but she imposed me to help her in the kitchen since I was a kid (so I would learn that a man has to help in the housekeeping). As a result, I’m an excellent cook while my sister struggles in the kitchen. I know she reads the blog from time to time, so, little sister, don’t be angry, you know I love and admire you for many things, your culinary art just isn’t one of these.
We are not the only case of post feminism asymmetric culinary education in Italy. Most of the girls I know are very little used to cook, while all the good cooks (of my age) I know are guys. Luckily, cooking has now become some pretty sophisticated, cool, and sometimes sexy topic, so we (guys who love cooking) don’t feel emasculated anymore, on the contrary!