“I prefer” no longer exists in my vocabulary, because it is not of interest. I discovered that when becoming a married woman with all the benefits of married life, there is a negative side. What you cook is for everyone, and not everyone has the same taste.
I was discussing the week-end menu with Mr. Swiss yesterday and I suggested entrecote for Sunday lunch, a nice slice of beef, which should be quite tender. He found that was a good idea, and you can serve it with noodles and a vegetable. Sorry, that is when it ends with me: a slice of beef with some herb butter served on a plate of pasta is not my idea of good. I like my good cut of beef served with fried potatoes. This time I more or less won, because my other half also happens to like it that way. I discovered some years ago that I do not cook for myself, but for everyone else.
“I prefer” does not come into the question, because I have to check what the others prefer. How many meals have I prepared where common acceptance and “one of my favourites” is said, when I only do it to keep the others happy. I so long one day to be able to cook moussaka. I very much like aubergine and served with sliced potatoes baked in the oven with all the trimmings would be one of my favourites I know it. Alas I am the only aubergine fan in the family, so I do not bother.
I have been married 48 years and taking a survey of my cooked meals during these years I realise I have been cooking for two sons and a husband and I also sit at the table, although that is just a side effect. I am cooking for the others. Ok, it is now one son as the other one moved on some time ago and is now married reproducing. He is quite a good cook actually. He would look in the cupboard at home, take a survey and cook something with all the ingredients I had. His speciality was spaghetti al carbonara, which Mr. Swiss loves. I do not like it: spaghetti cooked with bacon and egg – not my thing, but I love spaghetti with prawns and there again I am alone. You have to chew the prawns apparently. Eventually I settle for spaghetti with mincemeat in a tomato sauce if I am cooking, becaue we all like it. Again my preference is not so important and is amalgamated into the other preferences.
As a housewife you are fighing a losing battle, and the word preference does not exist in your vocabulary. Eat a meal in a restaurant, and choose your own taste is the best solution but I prefer to relax after a meal in my own four walls, so I give up. My moussaka remains a phantom in my culinary imagination.