I’m the designated cook at my house. I take my orders from the old folks. I don’t necessarily have to dream up epicurean delights but I do try to variate the diet around there.
We eat low-fat foods. A LOT of chicken. And sometimes we treat ourselves to eating out….this includes Subway sandwiches, Frescas and California Pizza Kitchen.
I have a helper. Some might call that a Sous-chef. He offers his help. He fetches stuff from the garage and the shed. He chops onions in the little onion chopper thingie. He sets the table which is really just getting out plates and forks because we always eat in the living room, on our laps, in front of the TV.
We work well together.
Of course for the first 78 years of his life, he didn’t cook. His speciality was Big-O Pizza up on Springdale. When Dad cooked – that’s what we got! Now I’m teaching him about putting the olive oil in the pan and saute’ing vegetables.
I’m the Chief Cook….He’s the bottle washer. That’s what I like most!
