Never loved to receive guests. And that is very nice, my spouse also does not suffer from such a latitude of the soul. I think it's not in sociopathy here, but rather in the reluctance to impose our thoroughly. Suddenly they will like it?
About the guest and Strana, I thought about the day we spent a day off at my wife's friend. Everything was very cute until the hostess invited us to eat. I, of course, not Gordon Ramzi and publicly not spoiling even what is completely tasteless, but during our dinner in my head, the phrase from some kind of nutritional humor of the book was constantly spinning: "All the food was cold with the exception of champagne." In general, in cooking the hostess is catastrophically hopeless.
In this situation, it disappoints not the culinary qualifications of the lady more disappointing, but its attitude towards food. She talked on the phone while the fish was put on the grill, disassembled with her homework while the boiled potato was leaked, and forgot that the refrigerator had a greens that could slightly revive the salad, and in the locker - seasonings, which would also be used in the cabinet . After that, I did not want to believe the story about the capricious appetite of her husband. Apparently, all sins of men have come down to the fact that he simply claims to something edible.
I probably wonder the dissertation about the difference between the psychotypes of women who know how to prepare and are not trained in this, but I still have some observations. For example, those from whom there is no sense in the kitchen is often proud of their remote from the housewife. They call themselves business or creative people and are confident that spending time at the slab - it means to lose it with it. According to unknown reasons to the load on such confidence, girls get a sense and often very smoke. It can be assumed that due to the constant need to emphasize your businesslike or booming of the nerve really shag.
That is how things were the very well-read, successful and sarcastic person, which I knew for many years, and all this time was sure that it was only enough to cook dumplings or boil the kettle, the good of her husband was quite satisfied. But here the girl to all read books added some of the Jamie Oliver (he always liked him like fashion and joker), and the old life gave a crack. No, no, her sarcasm did not go anywhere, but the facial expression changed a little. She herself says that all the vina meditation from the slab, which she practices about every other day. She has already reached enlightenment with homemade paste and Thai curry and ready to turn on the eggs Benedict!