Today, a woman doesn't have to be able to cook.
You can go to a cafe, choose sushi with avocado, coffee with coconut milk and post it all in a story.
You can open the app, press a couple of buttons, and there's a courier rushing in with borscht, salad, and some kind of cupcake.

But what is the paradox?
I'm going to the kitchen anyway.
I take out a board, clean the onion (with tears, but steadfastly), and cook ... borscht.
The one, red, thick, so that the spoon stands and the soul sings.

For Ukrainian women, cooking is not about "must."
It's about love.
About caring. About the quiet "I love you" that hides in a pot of hot meat roast

Cooking is like saying the most tender words without words, when a loved one comes tired, and he is greeted by the smell of the most delicious dish.

Yes, I can order sushi.
And even choose where the pasta tastes better.
But there's nothing more delicious than a man I can share dinner with.
Or even better, cook something together.


Cooking together only strengthens feelings.