Meth: a Ticking Timebomb Gone Viral

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I love to cook, but when I was single, cooking wasn't something I did often. With the price of street food here in Thailand and the amount of dishes that need cleaning afterwards, preparing food for one was not as fun as it is for two.

Nada is a great cook, and I try and help with the process as much as possible. I do this because I love her, but also because I want to learn. One of the troubles I'm experiencing is Nada hovers over me whenever I try and take some of the responsibility for cooking our food. I get it...she's way better than me, and the proof is in the pudding.

We have an outdoor kitchen and I feel right at home with a gas stove top. I've watched Nada prepare Tom Yum a few times, and because she has worked hard over the last two days, I offered to make dinner on the condition that she allow me to do it on my own from start to finish.

When it was done, I tasted the soup and it was perfect. I added the shrimp and tomato last, so as not to overcook them. I offered Nada a taste and she seemed pleased with my efforts. But then, she said it wasn't spicy enough and wanted to add chilli. At that moment, I felt my heart sink. Call me over-sensitive, but I put a lot of love into that soup, and to have it critiqued by the one I was so eager to please, hurt like a MF.

I did as she wanted and added chilli to the broth, but I don't feel like eating now. I'm going to go for a shower and try and put this behind us. I don't think I will be volunteering to do any cooking in future. Looks like I'll be stuck doing the dishes ongoing.