About the cooking, I don't know about the other guys, but in my house growing up, the rule was "I'm doing the cooking, you eat what I cook and like it!". It took me a good while to come to grips with the way Mrs. Eddie wanted things to run, which was "If I'm going to go to the trouble of cooking, you can at least help me figure out what to cook." Actually, I didn't start to come to grips with it until I saw post after post on boards like this one full of women annoyed, angered, and plain turned-off by guys that just assumed that the chef was supposed to be in charge of the menu, or really that the diners shouldn't even have to go to the trouble of picking from a menu.

Last edited by Crazy Eddie; 07/31/07 02:42 PM.
a fine and enviable madness, this delusion that all questions have answers, and nothing is beyond the reach of a strong left arm.