Sometimes I cook. Sometimes The Daddy cooks.

But recently, we have been sharing the cooking. Which means The Daddy cooks the meat and I am responsible for the vegetables and starch.

Last night The Daddy complained that he was sick and tired of chewy rice, raw spinach and raw baby carrots. So I asked him somewhat irritably what he wanted then, and he said “Can’t you at least cook the vegetables?”.

So tonight I cooked the vegetables. Behold: cooked vegetables.

Sometimes I amaze even myself.