It’s no secret that I don’t know how to cook nor do I care to cook. Kitchen duties were never emphasized when we were growing up. We were always told to study and become “successful like men”. So naturally cooking was deemed a “housewife’s job”. Luckily I married a guy who cooks well, so I haven’t managed to starve in the past 12 years.
Today, J brought his dad out to dim sum while I was out running my 18-mile long run. After coming home I decided that I should eat something to replenish the protein and carb loss. After much deliberation, I decided I wanted an omelette.
It was actually quite good. I was telling myself, “who needs a husband now”, but then I remembered J had made the asparagus & mushrooms.
I guess I still need a husband.