I love to cook. When I cook, I typically cook for myself. I figure, if it tastes good to me, then it's good, right?
Well... Usually.
My immediate family likes to eat. When they eat, they outwardly express what they think about it. If it's good, they let you know, and a cook can swell with pride at a job well done. If it's not good, well, they let you know that too, which is OK because at least you learned something.
I've always enjoyed cooking for them. Seeing people ENJOY what you made really makes it all worthwhile.
I've lived with my in-laws for a little while now, and I've tried cooking for them a number of times. My wife enjoys food, and she'll eat and comment pleasantly about what I made. The problem lies with everyone else. I give a little example:
I say that I will cook today. My mother-in-law is pleased, because that means that she doesn't have to. I begin the process, and said mother-in-law dislikes any aromas coming from the kitchen, as she has a hyper-sensitive nose, and I like to cook with spice. Also, the kitchen has little to no ventilation.
As I am cooking, my father in law approaches, wrinkles his nose, shakes his head, and walks off. My brother in law hides in his room.
The food is ready, and I declare as such. Everyone takes their time getting up, they wander over and look at what I've made. I have to explain it to them. They dish up, cautiously, and sit down.
I make myself a plate, taste the food, and I am extremely pleased and proud of it. I glance up in search of approval, and I see my father-in-law wolfing it down with no facial expression. My mother in law pensively eating a small portion, and my brother-in-law microwaving a hot pocket. I am thoroughly enjoying the food, and my wife is happily eating her portion.
I ask "How is it?" My father-in-law shrugs. My mother-in-law says "I didn't have to make it, so it's OK with me." and my brother-in-law is nowhere to be seen, probably eating his hot pocket in his room.
I tell you, it's soul sucking.
I've tried a number of dishes, and all have had a similar outcome. I once made something experimental that I was not happy with. It was not good, and strangely, their reaction was the same.
The first time I cooked for them, it turned out pretty foul. It was a recipe I had never attempted before, and I failed. I knew it, and I warned them. Though it was at least fairly edible. For some reason here, they commented that it was delicious, though the way they picked at the plate said otherwise. My brother-in-law said it was the best meal he had ever eaten. I later learned that he told his mom that it made him want to vomit.
I do not appreciate such blatant disregard for the cook.
When I do not cook, they live off a diet of bland, boxed dinners and microwave burritos. My mother-in-law is not much of a foodie, so this is what she makes. My father in law was, allegedly, once a chef, so his reaction to food as simply something to shovel into his face surprises me.
I try to trick my mind into thinking that they appreciate it. I tell myself "They aren't talking, and they ate it. So they must enjoy it so much that they were too busy eating to say anything. Like the Carl's Jr commercials." This delusion doesn't last long.
I really prefer to cook for my wife, immediate family, and friends, because they seem to enjoy and comment on what I make. When I'm cooking, they say "Mmmm, that smells good." not "What is that smell, smells like you're fermenting an armadillo in here!"
How can I survive this situation? Anyone else have a similar experience? Vent your gastronomical woes here!