Imagine a life where you come home, pour yourself a glass of wine, put your feet up, and thirty minutes later hear "dinner's ready, lovergirl". (Either that or the sound of the kitchen smoke detector jarring you from your after-work siesta). A life where when your kid's teacher asks what you are bringing to the potluck you say "I don't know, I'll have to ask my husband." A life without the unpredictability of that old electric stove, without the frustration of allthericestickingtothewoodenspoon, without the trickle of tofu water down your sleeve after you open the container.
This is the life of a bitch that stopped cooking.
Disclaimer
Our idea of culinary liberation is based on traditional American gender roles. Historically, women have cooked for the family. We know many families where the man does the majority of the cooking. We honor these men and thank them for the work they do for their families. For the most part, this idea, the aprons and other kitchen accessories are all in fun, but we also hope to help women who feel stuck in the kitchen. We are there for them and for the men who must now learn to cook.
