Me? A housewife?

18 Mar 2012

Dear one,

After quite a long while, I finally got my stay-at-home Sunday today. I was planning to spend the day cooking lasagna (for the second time) and making leche flan (my first time to try baking it instead of steaming it since we don't have a steamer here). But Circe had been really bugging me for cupcakes so I decided to make leche flan and bake cupcakes instead.

For this second attempt at cupcake-baking, I tried the more simple one of two cinnamon frosting recipes I had found in the Internet. The procedure was different from making the milk chocolate frosting which I did the first time; this time, I had to "cream butter, vanilla and cinnamon" and I wasn't even sure whether I did the creaming properly but I guess I did, because the result is successful. Yahoo!

So now I can proudly say that I can already make two types of cupcakes. :D

Milk chocolate-frosted vanilla cupcakes

Panda cinnamon cupcakes

As for the leche flan, it was another success. =) For Ben to say it was delicious means the leche flan was really good. (You see, he doesn't like desserts and sweets that much.)

I can't believe I'm enjoying cooking and baking this much, so much that it actually popped in my head that I want to become a housewife.

Whoa! I wanted to tell my self: Stop right there and hold that thought! Me? A housewife? Seriously?

What comes to mind is a conversation I had with my father when I was in my early teens, headstrong and defiant.

Tatay: Mag-aral kang magluto para pag nag-asawa ka.
Me: Wag na. Kukuha kaming katulong.
Tatay: E pano pag naglambing yung asawa mo?
Me: Bahala sya!

My father would have a good laugh at me now because I did end up learning to cook (and bake). But I bet he would be pleased - I know my dad; at the core, he has remained the stereotypical husband, the one who likes being taken cared of by the wife. For the strong will and toughness that my mother seemed to have over my father, I would have thought (and other people would have assumed) I'd be the same. In some ways, I am but the funny thing is, in most ways, I am not.

Dear, I know I'd be the wife who will argue a lot but will submit to your better judgment anyway. That, I suppose, is the challenge for you - the challenge to make the better judgment calls. I know God is preparing you for that in the same way that He is preparing me to become the wife who lovingly (if not exactly quietly) supports you in the background.

While I pray that I may meet you soon, I also pray that I may become the good wife that your are praying for, too.

I miss you, dear one.