My wife cooks; I clean up after. It’s a system that works really well for us, as she hates doing the washing up and I find basic cooking dull.

Occasionally, I will see a recipe for something special that I want to try, so we swap, much to my wife’s dismay.

Me: “I’ve seen this cauliflower cheese recipe that I want to try.”

Wife: “Oh, okay.”

Me: “It looks great.”

Wife: “Sure, but I mean, how great can cauliflower cheese be?”

Me: “I know what you’re saying, but let’s give it a go.”

I boil, roast, bake, and finish by grilling the cauliflower in the sauce. It turns out perfect. Despite my efforts, this leaves a lot of mess and washing up to do, this has to be good to impress.

After dinner:

Wife: “That cauliflower…”

Me: “Yeah?”

Wife: “I hate to admit it, but that was the best I have ever had. Can you make it again?”

Me: “Even with all the washing up?”

Wife: *Pauses* “Yeah, even with the washing up.”

Success!