That weekend was strange....

Last weekend I had one of those strange moods but who am I to resist?) I turned on music, started cooking… and suddenly realized I was making dinner for at least four people. Soup, salad, pasta, dessert. My kitchen looked like a small restaurant, mind that I live with my little daughter only;)

And while I was sitting there looking at the table full of food, I thought how different it would feel if someone was there with me. Someone stealing pieces from my plate, laughing, opening a bottle of wine. Someone playful and so felt in love with life! Food always tastes better when you share it

So now I’m curious…
are you the kind of man who helps in the kitchen, or the one who distracts the cook with kisses?