Wednesday, November 19, 2008

Home Cooked Meal

One of my "jobs" around the house is that I am the chef- When we eat dinner in, it is me that does the cooking. Sometimes my meals turn out pretty good, other times...not so much. But my husband pretty much always eats it, and thanks me for my effort.

Tonight I started chopping up some vegetables while he stood near me and he said something like, "'re not cutting that the way we learned in the cooking class at Central Market." True, I wasn't, but I was so not in the mood for advice from the non-cooker of the family. So I said, "You know what? You should cook dinner if you want the vegetables chopped the right way." I was really just saying it to shut him up, but I wasn't really suggesting he cook. But he said, "Ok! I'll cook tonight."

Huh? I quickly went from irritated, to grateful.
I went into the den to read my new book while he cooked.

There was a lot of banging around, chopping, and general cooking sounds going on in the kitchen for the next 45 minutes or so. And the occasional, "Where do we keep the salt?" types of questions. And I even heard him yell out "dammit!" once or twice.

Finally, our dinner was ready. Not only were the vegetables cut properly, but the meal was super tasty. Automatically, everything tastes better when someone else has done all the work. And maybe he's a better cook than me anyway, I don't know.

The icing on my proverbial cake tonight was that when I got up to put my plate in the dishwasher, I started to tidy up the kitchen. But then my husband said, "That's okay, Kerr, I'll clean up the kitchen."

I'm tempted to continue cutting the vegetables the wrong way. Especially when my husband is watching.


Steve said...

The cup of coffee my wife makes for me in the morning is so much better than the cup of coffee I make for myself.

Funny how things work like that.

kerri said...

Yes, and the house looks even better when it's cleaned by someone else!