When it comes to doing chores in our household, we have an almost clean-cut separation between my husband’s duties and mine. While mail sorting and taking the trash out is a gray area even now, after being together for twelve years, we had established from the very start that he doesn’t cook, and I don’t do laundry. It works for us. Forget the gender roles — it just works because we are both better and very particular at these things than the counterpart.
Said all of the above, I must tell you a secret: my husband can cook. He can cook very well, even though his skills are quite basic. He just doesn’t like doing it. But when the need arises, he can truly shine. I still can’t get over those beer soaked ribs he produced on a whim one sunshiny afternoon. They were phenomenal!
When I was pregnant, I had to spend six weeks in bed. My husband was catering to me hand and foot, producing three home made meals per day without complaining. Did we eat a lot of turkey tenderloin? Sure, we did. But it was always served to me with a smile, arranged prettily on a plate with steamed vegetables, rice or mashed potatoes.
Best part of cuisine a-la-spouse is breakfast. That man can make the best tasting omelette like a pro. And his fried eggs are much better than mine. What I love about his dishes is that they are always creatively put together. I don’t have many good pictures of his concoctions, but those I have always make me smile and trigger good memories.
This morning, we woke up to the heavenly smell of baked ham. Upon entering the kitchen, we discover these ham and egg flowers baked in muffin tins. Simple? Yes, but how gorgeous is that? You know, when you make breakfast day in and day out, it’s easy to forget that food isn’t just utilitarian — it’s a feast for the eyes, a way to express oneself, and to show your loved ones just how much you care about them. I got a sweet reminder this morning.
We served my husband’s ham and egg flowers over toasted slices of bread. Delicious!