Katrina: What’s Cookin’, Baby?

Sometimes, when I hear other wives talking about their flaky pie crust or their super secret all- day lasagna recipe, I feel a little bad for Paul.  All across this great land, men are trudging home from work, tired and hungry, only to be revived at the door of their warm, well-lit homes by the savory aroma of a lovingly prepared meat-and-potatoes dinner with a buttery homemade roll on the side. Paul, on the other hand, often has to rustle up his own grub, as do I, in a process we jokingly call “grazing”, as in: “Do you want to go out for dinner tonight, or just graze?”  Grazing can mean sandwiches, or chips and salsa, or even cold cereal.  I imagine it’s how most bachelors eat before they find that loving woman who promises to put their days of Ramen noodles and peanut butter firmly behind them.  And it must bother me, at least a little bit, because I keep bringing it up/ Katrina , Notes On A Napkin. More here .

Question: Are you a good cook?