That statement by itself is rather scary. I have to admit, he is a good cook, makes a mean pot of homemade chili, can fry chicken to a golden delicious brown, and can make gravy that would be the envy of chefs worldwide.
The down side is the man is a slob in the kitchen!!!
Last night as he was cooking fresh Gelbveih burgers, I came through to see if I could help. He asks, what's on my foot, lifting it for me to see. I said, your sock. No, he said there is something on my sock that is making me slide around. Upon closer inspection, I peeled a flattened piece of ground meat from the bottom of his sock.
He asked, how did that get there? WELLLL, Hubby, you are the one cooking ground meat so I guess you dropped some. Oh, he said, as he pushes aside his debris from last night's chili making.
I do appreciate his cooking, this is a big relief for me. I have just one question. Why, when I cook, I clean up after myself and yet when he cooks, I have to clean up after him????