Ever since we've been married, I've worn the 'chef's hat' in our household. I've been the one to menu plan and to cook meals each night (aside from the odd meal out or the occasional take away dish). And while I haven't minded, (especially now being a stay at home Mum), a few months back, I suggested Paul have a turn in the kitchen.
That meal turned out to be spaghetti and meatballs and ever since, every second or third week, come Wednesday night, I've rostered Paul on to cook. Knowing I have a night off from making dinner is a wonderful feeling, but even more rewarding is watching our little ones help their Daddy prepare tea.
With aprons tied around waists and chairs to stand on, two girls are eager assistants. One grates the carrot while one 'beats' the egg. And then, once the mixture is ready, a production line of sorts occurs with Paul shaping the meatballs, Sophie passing them to her big sister and Grace rolling them in flour. Watching this teamwork makes me smile.
When we finally sit down at the table together, there are always declarations of their dish being 'the best batch ever'.