My husband rarely cooks. In fact, I can easily count the number of times he’s cooked for us with the fingers in one hand. Even then, I would still have a few fingers left.
It’s not for lack of trying. He tries. He really does. But when he last tried to cook, he nearly took his finger off with our chef’s knife. So when he suggested he cook a few days ago, I was a little surprised and more than a little trepidatious.