The last time I visited, we ate out - a lot. Trying restaurants is a chef and a foodies way of dating. This time my trip was shorter and we preferred to hunker down, stay in for privacy and cook.
I am the cook when H.C. visits in the north and he is the chef when I visit in the South. I will say there is nothing quite as amazing as having a man say "Sweetie, please get out of my kitchen - go relax on the couch. Dinner will be ready soon." The saying goes that the way to a man's heart is through his stomach. Well, the way to a woman's heart is by taking over some of the chores like cooking.
H.C. scoffs that pre-made burgers and salad don't really count as cooking. I countered that he still had to take the meat from raw to edible and chop the vegetables. Plus plating it - knowing it would be photographed - and serving. All that completely counts as cooking in my book.
Happy, blissful Saturday.