My husband is a really smart guy. Seriously, he can read about something in a book and understand how to do it himself, no instruction required. I consider myself fortunate because this ability means he can fix things around our house that would be far more expensive to have done professionally. Sometimes, though, this blessing is a curse.
No matter how simple the task, with hubby dear, it always becomes complicated. This weekend, as I was lugging both kids by myself to a home improvement store to buy some forgotten item for one of his projects, I thought about what it would be like if I cooked the way he does home projects. I think it would go something like this: