This morning was a men’s breakfast, prepared by men, served by men, eaten by men.
I was helping to set this whole thing up. As I did, I came to realize that preparing ham, pancakes, fruit, eggs and muffins means the complete breakfast menu is now in my/our hands.
So, don’t tell our wives. I still enjoy her cooking. But I guess, every once in a while I could be found behind the stove. Of course, she’ll wonder why the meal took twice as long to prepare, and why the counter is littered with dishes, and the floor is a bit sticky. But at least the food will be on the table!