All things together.

My hubby's parents are busy people. More like the mother is busy as hell, and the father is busy doing some "homekeeping" job and being the driver for the sister.

So, the traditional roles have switched...
The father cooks acceptable food. Sometimes its good, sometimes it's gross. He has no creativity. I don't even think he likes cooking, but he's forced to do so for the kids who are hungry and are waiting for being fed ASAP.
The kids don't like his cooking. Everybody has different taste a they're really picky. They like American food, the father loves Chinese food.
He pays no attention to the oil/fat involved in his food. The sister is a wannabe-health-freak so she goes insane every time she sees shiny food on the table. The brother just thinks it's gross and doesn't eat it. The big bro, my hubby, plays along and sits on the same boat. Well me too but I respect the father and try to eat whatever I can...

Ever since I came to the house, I learned to cook for my sake. The kids liked my food and has become dependent of my food, omg! The lil bro isn't so bad, he just likes to smooch off the food I make for myself (if he likes it). The sister rapes the food I make. Every now and so, she'll ask me to make food for her since she can't stand her father's cooking and she hasn't been eating his food. She relies on sandwiches and bagels everyday...

Every time she asks (more like, ORDER) me to cook food, she brings out that face that I HATE! The puppy eyes, cute whiny voice, saying: "I miss your food! Can you make food for meeeeeee?" I agreed... sniff.
I wouldn't mind if she had a better personality and character.
She never feels thankful that people are cooking for her...

My hubby relies too much on my cooking too. He loves it when I cook "proper" food. I just made curry today, and the boys loved it. Loved it! Of course it makes me happy when they say it's good ^_^

But I actually hate cooking. LOL. I'm just forced to cook... that's all. I mean it's fun but it's a long and annoying process. Heating things up, chopping food, wait for it to simmer, blablabla ugh.
I was once mama's girl too. Never learned to cook anything besides holy instant noodles and sunny side up eggs. I remember whining to my mom when I'm hungry lol. I remember telling my mother the food's no good and she yelled at me for not appreciating the food. "Don't like it, don't eat it."
I learned to eat everything that's been offered on the table, unlike these people... I'm just sensitive =/

Marry the man, marry the family.