OK, @ricepad and @Lectroid , this wasn’t ME who stood there for an hour waiting to be entertained.
Uh huh. One of those “asking for a friend” scenarios, right?
I think I’d actually seen that one elsewhere not too long ago.
Heads up it shares your full name when you follow that share link.
If someone wants my identity for nefarious purposes I have a feeling they’re in for big disappointment!
I’m a Boomer and yup, that happened to my sister and me. Different colored kilts, sashes, and tam o’shanters (brown tones for me, purplish tones for my sister) was one year’s Christmas clothes; another year were Native American-patterned jeans/pants. I forget the color of those, but the pattern was similar to this:
I can have someone else in the kitchen as long as they’re working on their own thing and staying out of my way.
Our kitchen is tiny, and any additional person besides me is in the way. Always.
Either I’m cooking, or my dude is. Hard no to both.
There’s a lot of “behind you, chef” going on in our slightly-larger-than-tiny kitchen.
Mrs. ricepad always wants us to cook together. As much as I love to cook, she thinks it’s a way for us to spend quality time. Her idea is that we’d be equal partners in the task like we were in some kind of damned rom-com. I, OTOH, want thinks done the right way (MY way, dammit!), and want her to just follow my instructions. It rarely turns out well. Sometimes I have to bite my tongue so hard I can barely eat what we’ve prepared.
You’re far more polite than I am, then.
@ricepad I am 100% with you. The only tasks I will delegate is picking herbs off of stems (and there will still be brown or unsightly leaves I would’ve tossed ), peeling garlic cloves, grating parm, making rice in the rice cooker. Plus I let him grill most meat stuffs but that’s on the patio and therefore out of my way
That’s pretty much the extent that Mrs. P thankfully allows me to do
I have a galley kitchen (open on both sides to living and dining rooms) but yeah - it works for one person, NOT for two, IMO. I know where everything is, and can swing from oven/stovetop over to sink/counter should I need to. But not if there’s someone else in the way.
GET OFF MY LAWN!
There’s a meme “Behind every great man is a drawer I need to get to, like why are you even in the kitchen RN?”
Can relate.
sigh
@linguafood , @LindaWhit , @paryzer , and others, I’m sure: You really are my people. I feel so seen!