I can cook.
I have been doing it forever and I dare say, I do it well.
I have been with partners who have trouble locating the forks and spoons as if they just moved in yesterday.
The current one is proficient with tuna fish. The other had a shorter menu!
Why do I have to prove it over and over again that I can do it? I'm tired.
I enjoy eating out more frequently than we can afford but look forward to the simplest of meals prepared by a stranger.
Not thinking about the meal.
Not food shopping.
Not collecting the ingredients.
Not preparing it.
Not cleaning up.
All is solved by eating someone else's efforts. Brilliant!
Thankfully the other current resident is usually easy and doesn't mind leftovers so I often over prepare on purpose.
I'm tired.
Please don't make me go in the kitchen....
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