My husband and I love to cook. We enjoy having friends over and making a great meal.
Greg has always been a good cook. He has great techniques and he is neat when he cooks. I, on the other hand, am a pretty decent cook but the kitchen always looks like a tornado hit it when I’m done. It’s bad. Real bad. What I do have that he doesn’t is a sense of putting flavors together. We discovered my talent early on, when we would go out to restaurants for dinner and then try to recreate our favorite meals at home. Way back when, before children, when we actually enjoyed going out to dinner and relaxing without worrying about the $10/hour babysitter bill we were racking up as we luxuriously ate our meal. But I digress…
Turns out, I am better at picking apart the dinners and figuring out the ingredients, he’s better at putting them back together. Now we eat luxuriously, at home, after the kids go to bed. About twice a year.
So we make a great team when it comes to cooking. I tell him what to cook and he cooks it fabulously. I get to be bossy and he gets me to stop talking by giving me great food to eat. Win-win.