Salmon "Rillettes"

Salmon "rillettes" is just a kinda "poted salmon" recipe I learnt from my grand-father's cousin.

For 10 guests

500 gr fresh salmon
300 gr smoked salmon
3 egg yolks
220 gr butter
3 soupspoons olive oil
1 lemon
salt, pepper

Let the butter become softer
Cook at court bouillon the fresh salmon
Let it cool down
Smash it with a fork

Add the smoked salmon roughly minced
Add to this mix the yols, olive oil butter pepper and the lemon juice
Put in the fridge for at least one hour

Waiting for my phone to call?

Someone once told me "the most annoying sound is the one made by a phone which is not ringing".

I've been told that not later than this afternoon by a former junior high school friend. I didn't realize how true this was until I finally got aware that the single thing I'm waiting for, days long, is my cell phone to ring.
At this stage of unemployement, my unemployed, stressed, hypocondriac side took over my housewife side. I have to admit that I'm less and less committed to daily tasks and I even let dirty dishes wait till the evening in the sink, secretly hopping them will wash themselves.
I sent a few applications. At the beginning, when I was sending out applications,I had this self confidence, this arrogance almost, that helped me to believe I was worth something. At least if I was of no value for potential recruiters, I loved myself a lot, and I was convinced I had something to bring to the world.
Now some days have gone, some applications have been sent and my mailbox is as empty as my stomach when I decided not to cook for lunch. I applied for positions for which I perfectly match. My CV could be worse and yet, I feel now that everything I undertake is doomed to failure. Why?
I need a sign, something definitely positive to show me I don't work in vain, to tell me there is hope out there.
I need a sign, not something mystical, rather something tangible like an email invitng me for an interview, or a phone call asking for my availability. I know this sign will come, one day, after I delivered enough efforts to deserve it. By now, I'm allegedly not involved enough into this quest to deserve receiving a positive sign.
Signs don't come during the weekend, it's the rule. I will then wait for monday to come, turning on my phone at 9am, waiting for it to ring and break the silence of this appartment.

Male housewives should stop complaining. I guess my escape lies into chores and cooking. My kitchen is calling me. I'll answer this call.

2 Potatoes + 3 Eggs + Salt + Pepper

It's dinner time! Yes it was dinner time yesterday when I faced the kitchen and wondered what to cook...

Potato Rösti (Façon Male Housewife)

2 potatoes
3 eggs
salt pepper

Peel the potatoes and grate them.
Mix the eggs with a fork. Add salt, pepper, and the potatoes.
Mix again.
Warm up a pan with oil (sunflower is better)
Put the mix in the hot pan.
Let cook approximately 10 minutes on each side.

Eat warm.

What time should (male) housewives wake up?

Man’s design is not to repeat himself in time: it is to take control of the instant and mould the future. It is male activity that in creating values has made of existence itself a value; this activity has prevailed over the confused forces of life.

Simone de Beauvoir

Before I became myself an housewife, I used to wake up when the sun was shinning so hard that I could feel the heat on my skin despite the closed window. I would say it was generally around 11 am even if sometimes it was rather 12 pm (especially on Saturdays and Sundays) (Does the sun shines more gently on weekends?? that's another question).
Now I'm an housewife and I wonder: what time should I wake up?
This morning, I heard something ringing briefly, then a light appeared and my space in the bed almost doubled all of a sudden. What is truth? Was I dreaming? Actually, I was not dreaming. I heard a voice punctuated with questions marks and I moaned some NAOOOOOO...or some YAESSSSS... to answer. Then I've been kissed goodbye and I came back to the normal cycle of my sleep.
A few hours later, as the heat from the sunshine was starting to burn my tiptoes, I woke up. I was alone, the room was cold, it seemed that someone had breakfast in the room and I didn't notice it.
Did I wake up to late? Will I cope with all the work I have to do today? What time should I wake up?

Solution: as a gifted man, aware of my home duties, I should wake up when my wife wakes up at least for her to have a feeling not to talk to an animal when she has breakfast. Then I should tidy up the entire room, beginning with myself. When everything will be done, I will have spare time for exciting activities such as MBA Thesis writting, Job search and other things that would in the end change my condition of male housewife.
Housewife is not a status, a name or a box you tick on a form. Housewife is a victory, a victory over boring times, over laziness and over the fact that nobody will tell us, you don't do anything while we're working hard to bring money home.

As a male housewife I take the decision to wake up at the same time normal people wake up, to be able to fill my day up with interesting activities that will gradually threaten my housewife status.