So I think this might be the second recipe that I have posted that BD made and not yours truly.
Anyway, in our house I do about 90% of the cooking. Why? Because I am the woman and he is my man. I’m kidding, totally not true. I don’t know why really. Maybe its because I’m kind of a control freak… or maybe because I secretly think I am better than he is, but know in my heart I could NEVER cook professionally, so then he wins that argument again. (BD has professional experience while I do not. At all. Shocking, I know.) BD usually gets to cook when I say: I’m tired and don’t feel like cooking, or I have too much school work to do so you get to cook tonight. Its my gift to him really.