I currently live in a house with my wife and both of my parents. I’m the only who cooks. My mom and wife can cook, but they won’t.

Making meals has been such a nightmare. I’m vegan, as is my mother. My wife is vegetarian. My mother and wife are united in their celiac disease. My dad eats anything, but he’s diabetic so I have to be mindful of that.

And all of them like different things. It’s driving me bonkers. I don’t push my diet on anyone, so I do offer dairy options for my father and wife. Gluten is out of the question: we keep an entirely gluten free household for my mother and wife.

My mother is from a Mediterranean country and loves Mediterranean food. My dad hates it, despite his own family being from a Mediterranean country as well. This is the food I grew up with, so it’s the food I know best how to make. My dad likes American-esque meals like burgers and fries. Which my wife hates. My wife is from India, but she prefers when I don’t make Indian dishes. Which is incredibly annoying because a ton of Indian food is naturally gluten free and vegan (or easily veganized). She doesn’t know how to cook her mom’s recipes, and nothing I make passes the test.

I will eat anything at this point. If my mom weren’t vegan as well, I probably would have just dropped the veganism requirement from the menu. I can’t name a single meal that my whole family enjoys. Actually, yes I can. Japanese curry with breaded tofu. That’s it.

I really just wanted to rant. This has been so beyond difficult and I’m burnt out trying to come up with menus only to be criticized. It’s not like I’m not trying! I make fresh gf bread every week, I meal plan, I make sure we have the groceries. I’m an average cook, and I started learning when I was about 12. So I know I’m not great, but I’m competent enough (especially with the foods I grew up with).

And if I don’t cook, everyone eats cereal for dinner or orders in and then they have the nerve to act all huffy about it. Screams into the void