I enjoy cooking -- or what I like to call: procrastinating in the kitchen. Thus, I tend to suck up most of our household's culinary oxygen, and ingredients.
That's why my wife's words just now merit a slice of their own. Amid a half-head of lettuce, a handful of carrots, and six eggs she'd already transferred from fridge to counter, with me hovering nearby, she announced, "Don't worry. I've got this. I've been watching cooking shows."
So I left to prep this small spoonful of writing instead.