I don't cook. Jason moved in a year and a half ago and he does most of the cooking. Most? All. When it's my turn to cook, we go out for dinner.
Awhile ago, Jason starting talking about chili. Meh, I can make chili. I mean, I have made chili... once. You want it, I'll make it for you. One cold Saturday evening, I threw everything into the slowcooker and made us some fantastic chili. It was so good, I made it a couple of weeks later, too.
Jason gave it a ten out of ten!
I was feeling domestic tonight and made an old family favourite - Carole's Chicken. This one only scored a 7.5. :-( Maybe scoring my cooking wasn't such a good idea after all.
But, crap - now Jason knows I can cook. Well, he knows I can cook chili and chicken. I didn't think this through very well... I'm going to have to hide my cookbook!