He doesn’t cook nearly as much as I do; I like playing with my food and experimenting in the kitchen, so I cook and he does the laundry. It’s a division-of-labour system that works for us. This is not to say, however, that he is a bad cook. Quite the opposite. He makes a mean key lime pie, and he’s done Martha Stewart’s macaroni and cheese recipe to perfection.
He has now added to his repertoire a recipe for vegetarian lasagne, composed of shallots, noodles and a bechamel sauce. It is amazing and impressive and he’s wonderful.
I’m writing this now because I’ve been in a different country since last Tuesday and I miss him. I’m loving my vacation, but I miss that guy. And his lasagne.