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I feel equally spicy fatigue and despair when I hear women my age and even younger tell me how pressured they feel to have to plan meals, shop and cook every eternal day.
I understand stress and the press. However, I don’t understand how we ended up here. How today’s mothers of young children, born free in one of the world’s most equal countries in the 1980s, returned to the kitchen. A major setback from the period when women turned their backs on the stove and instead turned to the world. My father cooked as much food as my mother and with my friends it was the same. We all grew up with semi-finished products and fast, cheap, simple and good foods: casserole, spaghetti and mince sauce, sausage and macaroni, fish sticks, meatballs, baked falu sausage and for dessert rosehip soup or canned peaches.
On Sundays we had ham schnitzel and powdered cheese and it was a feast. Our mothers worked full time, many were the first generation in their family to actually do so, and their mothers were proud of them.
Our grandmothers and grandmothers had spent their lives making cabbage dolma and homemade blueberry cream and tearing up tablecloths, but it was also their job, their lives. They were home, they had the time and the energy and, maybe, maybe not, the will. They rarely had the opportunity to choose another life. Mothers of the 70s were proud that they chose to study and work instead of making jam.
So what happened? How do we find here in 2020 Swedish women still doing an average 5.5 hours of unpaid housework more per week than men? Enter it. That is 286 hours in a year. The hours that women could spend thinking, thinking, inventing and creating things, for ourselves and for the world, and earn more of our own money. So much wasted female power. And worst of all, despite this, many still have a bad conscience. Even though they work, they feel they must give their children a long-cooked homemade lusse-fika, their own puree and everything else, preferably just organic and locally grown.
I am not talking about women who have cooking as a profession and / or passion, it is something completely different. But about the large number of tired and hardworking people who feel inadequate if they do not provide their family with homemade food. Now that we’ve finally begun to see the myth of the model as a feminine ideal to some extent, it’s depressing that we replace it with that of the cuddly mother by the stove in her home-woven apron, burning the bra just to grab the potholder. .
Those in power see nothing better than women. We keep changing recipes instead of dreaming of conquering the world and demanding equal rights.
Businesses that sell ready-to-use weekly grocery bags reflect the spirit of the age well and may seem like the solution, but only to those who can afford it.
Personally, I find it great that she serves bread together for the daughters and me and still has the strength to put food on the table at night. I wish more women felt that way. Tonight there will be hot dogs and rice with ketchup and vegetable sticks. In the glasses, real cow’s milk and very little fruit afterwards. It works very well.
And all of you are doing well, all women, remember that. Even if you never cook a can of jam in your entire life.
