I was walking down the street yesterday, my belling rumbling, when I thought about home cooking. It sounds SO good. I am living off of Microwavable Chicken Patties. I thought about the nightly ritual in Beaufort, and how dinner is the main event.
Then it dawned on me that my wife cooks all the time, and enjoys her nightly duty. We both have roles, and maybe I've always focused on mine (cleaning up after dinner). But yesterday it dawned on me that it's not natural to be a good cook. It's not natural to seek out recipes, cook them, and then seek my feedback. My wife is into this wife-thing. She's into it, trying really hard, and succeeding. I respect her as the best chef I've ever had. Yay, me, the beneficiary of a loving wife.
So kudo's to my wife. Her heart is in it.
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