Up until recently, my dad had a thing about me cooking to his standard.
I'm 23, and live at home with my parents (saving to move out). To fit in with family routines, I cook dinner once a week - sausages, chips and baked beans. Simple, right?
OK, I admit in the first month or two, I burnt things a little bit, or got my timings a little bit out of sync. But I've not been doing this relatively long, whereas my dad has basically cooked it week in, week out for over 20 years. (Yes, we have it once a week.) I'm OK at cooking for myself - but it's co-ordinating different bits, when dinner is expected to be ready and dished up/on the table by a certain time, that I found hard at first.
So, up until recently, my dad used to sit on a bar stool in the kitchen, and watch
And not only that, but he'd micromanage. Constant reminders of "do it like this, not like that"; "have you done this yet?" Aaargh! According to my mum, it's something he learnt from my grandmother, but aaargh.
Fortunately, he's stopped. I never argued with him about how best to do it, but I REALLY appreciate the fact that he apparently trusts me enough to cook a decent basic meal nowadays. I still do it how I feel best, it's just really nice not to be micromanaged!
To be fair though, when it comes to pretty much everything to do with my parents at the moment, I just suck it up and get on with it. Their house, their rules. I'll do things my way when I move out.