LOL....IF you can only see the faces of people when the come over to have dinner. Usually they think that the wife is the one cooking and I am the one inviting. Then when they come into the kitchen and there I am cooking...hilarious. When we lived in Maryland my wife belonged to a mothers group. Every few months they would get together including the guys...which was pretty a good time. We usually brought cookies or some snack, but one time by the time we said we were going they needed some real food. So I cooked up a big patch of my stuffed chicken Marsala and brought it with us. So I walk in carry my dish of chicken and one of the mothers tells me to put it on the counter and asks my wife "What should we do with it?". My wife just shrugs and says to them "Asks him, he is the one who cooks the good stuff".....I am laughing in a room of about ten moms with jaws hanging to the floor. That day I did finally realize that a cooking father was a real oddity in the usual family situation. I just grew up cooking and my mom swears to this day all I wanted to be as a kid was a chef!
