In case you haven't heard, Chris had a great idea for a birthday present for me this year. He is going to cook dinner for the family every Sunday for a year. Now, this is cool on several levels. Most obviously, it means 52 meals over the next year that I don't have to cook. Now, I kind of like cooking, but it does get tedious sometimes, and it can be a strain to constantly be trying to figure out what to make--what's healthy enough, what will the kids (Casey, really) actually eat. I'm taking on some new tasks these days, and Chris is well aware, and so it's greatly appreciated that he's stepping up to lighten the load. Secondly, and this is one of my favorite things about it, is that it's totally out of his comfort zone. This is the guy who survived on spaghetti and takeout before I came along. Occasionally he'd make a fabulous dessert--trifle, anybody?--but only because he felt like dessert was worth the effort, whereas normal food wasn't. So him volunteering to take up cooking--it's like he told me he was going to take dance lessons.
Day 1 was a success. When he first told me what he was doing, I immediately pictured him making spaghetti once a week, which was fine with me. But he's actually seeking out recipes for real food. His first meal: Stuffed shells! He's not just pitching in; he's showing me up. I only take the time to stuff pasta for special occasions. And that's awesome! He can show me up anytime he wants.
Anyway, I just had this idea today that he should be blogging about this experience. Then he could totally parlay that into a book deal, a la that blogger who made all of Julia Child's recipes in a year. I guess it's not quite that level of commitment ... but he could write humorous accounts of his kitchen adventures, combined with moving prose about how it helped bring him closer to his wife and appreciate her more. It'd be a bestseller! Women everywhere would buy it for their husbands.
But ... who would play him in the movie version?
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