My domain name is not 'kitchen'
Sushi for dinner here tonight. One of M's specialties. He whips it up so quickly now, he's practised: he hasn't even been home from the tavern for half an hour yet, and he has everything cooked, cut up and ready to roll - which he will do sitting cross-legged on our bed. (Did you ever have dinner in bed growing up? Do you ever have it in bed now?) I was trying to be helpful as an excuse to be near him, so he said I could wash the rice if I liked. I didn't do it right though, so have been relieved of that duty. I can't reliably boil eggs either.