The past few months my beautiful wife Megan has been very, extremely busy. This has forced me to learn a great deal of things, how to do laundry without turning things pink, how to clean a bathroom so that all the mysterious grey-brown stains leave, and most importantly Cook.
I have tried, in the past to master some of the culinary arts. There have been a few successes, like the cornbread that people actually ate, and survived.
But then there was the incident with the poached catfish......
I won't expound, you can probably figure out how that ended.
But I have leaned to do a few small things, I can cook pasta and make a couple of decent sauces and cook steak and chicken to at least Waffle House standards. In a minor emergency I even made a perfectly edible chocolate mousse. I have no idea how I pulled that off.
Point is I have learned to cook edible food...yes. I have also learned how to turn the kitchen into a war zone in 30 minuets or less. There has been food on the floor, the inside of the cabinets and even the ceiling. I still don't know how that happened. When Meg cooks the kitchen is practically clean by the time dinner is served, I can have it clean by dinner the next day....
They should have a manual: Using the Kitchen with a Y Chromosome
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