Cooking

I do the cooking in this house.  Almost always.  Sometimes the Mr will do things like prep veggies for a stir-fry while I'm at the gym (not that this has been happening much recently!).  But generally, I do the cooking and he does the washing up ... and I like it that way.

However, while we were on honeymoon it was agreed that he should try to cook just a little bit, and build up a repertoire of a few dishes.  So we agreed that he would make one meal per week, most likely on a weekend as he would have time to potter about and not get panicky or stressed.  So yes, we have been back from honeymoon for over a month but this is going to be the first attempt (in fairness to the Mr he was away in South Africa for work for over a week of that time).  He is in the kitchen right now making us breakfast - omelette.  I'll report back on how he goes. 

[Update:  bless him, he just came running in to tell me he didn't know which pot in the backyard was Basil.]

Meanwhile, I'm sipping my orange juice here, nursing my headache from far too many red wines last night at the work Christmas party.  Aside: got the train home - it was an all stops train, and honestly was the slowest trip ever.  Thought I was going to vomit, seriously.  We only live at Ashfield, but it seemed to take forever and I was *this* close to getting off at Stanmore so I could throw up then call the Mr to come & get me.  haha  Glad I didn't.  And I have about 75% of my Christmas shopping left to do, and it must be today.