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  • Retired now, my husband fancies himself my personal chef. I have not discouraged this role, mind you. He brings me freshly baked bread and homemade jam for an afternoon pick me up while I wrestle with an infuriatingly complex Excel spreadsheet in my home office. My computer mouse is always sticky.

    He makes this and that and pretty much everything from scratch. He grows vegetables and herbs and fruit in the garden. He is not a convenience food guy or even a recipe guy. He makes it up as he goes along. He makes homemade pizza, for heaven's sake. He's good. Damn, he's good.

    I have cooked maybe three times in the last year. Honestly.

    It wasn't always like that. When the children were small I managed to bring supper to the table most nights, with the help of brightly colored boxes and frozen food bags from the grocery store. Life was so busy and I was not a natural born cook, and that I realize to be an understatement now that I can see first hand what magic a true natural born cook can perform.

    So, this is the thing: I secretly have a little trouble fully embracing this culinary windfall that has come my way. Why? Jealousy. There, I said it. My husband is a better cook than I ever was.

    I console myself and reconstitute my ego by imagining a cruel universe in which my husband is forced to put down his spatula and complete this Excel spreadsheet I'm working on.
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