I saw "City Island" last night at Carmike's Peachtree theater. It was hilarious. The Columbus Film Society brought the film to town. Today it screens at 1:15 p.m., 4:15 p.m., 7:15 p.m. and 9:40 p.m. If you can't make it to the cinema today, you'll have wait until the film comes out on DVD August 31.
One of my favorite scenes was a food fight between the film's husband and wife. The husband is, unbeknownst to his wife, inviting a special guest to Saturday's dinner. Here's my paraphrasing of their conversation:
Husband: Honey, can you make something nice for Saturday night's dinner?
Husband: You know something really nice, like something for the whole family.
Wife: You mean like I do every Saturday?
Husband: Well, yeah but, you know, something nicer. Something special.
Wife: Oh, as opposed to the unspecial crap I make every other Saturday?
Husband: No, no. That's not what I meant. I just meant, you know, something fancier.
Wife: Why don't you make your own damn dinner.
Luckily, my husband and I don't have these arguments. I can, however, absolutely remember my grandparents fighting about food preparation. Watching that scene made me think about how much gender roles have changed over the years.
I'm grateful to my grandmothers and my mom for making special meals — both during the week and on weekends. But, I'm more grateful that it's not expected of me. I think part of the reason I enjoy cooking and baking is that I don't have to do it. I don't get pressure from my husband, my family or society. In fact when I do cook a "special" meal, the praise and admiration I receive from my family is well worth the effort.