I don’t know what to do. I’m currently in Canada with plans to come home and visit my bobo this December. He has so many grand plans, and I’m super excited. He’s a good man and loves to care for me. My problem is his food. When I met him, I taught him how to cook, and till now, he still calls me to teach him how to cook over the phone. I’m the type that says thank you and hypes like my life depends on it, which I did when I was still in Nigeria.
He always says he loves the way I say thank you and hype him about his kitchen skills while correcting and teaching him. The gag is, he’s a terrible cook. No matter how many “thank you baby, it looks good, but the taste is off or the salt is not it,” his response will always be, “I’ll do better.” But the next meal shows he must be deaf. He doesn’t like me doing anything at all. Now he keeps telling me he will cook for me and whatnot.
The breaking point is him talking about cooking better food for me. I stylishly told him I’d rather eat out, and he said, “Sure, but I’ll make your breakfast.” Egbami! I tried to say I’ll help out, but he refused vehemently, saying I shouldn’t stress myself. Out of frustration, I told him that our cooking classes produced abominable recipes, but he just laughed and said I’ve forgotten the taste of his food.
I’m stuck. Please help! Side note: I’m a sickle cell lady with osteomyelitis, so any small stress can easily trigger a crisis or land me in the hospital. He is very conscious of me triggering or feeling any pain. He is a sweet, sweet man, but I hate his food.
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