What's for dinner?

If I was given a Euro for every time my man asked me what's for dinner I'd be rich. I guess that idea wouldn't ring true considering his money is my money. Hmm for a minute there I was getting excited about hiring someone to cook for me.

A girl can dream, but for now I am stuck cooking the meals, unless he can smarten up his skills or we can make friends real fast with a cooking whiz. Wouldn't it be nice to be spoilt, trying out new meals, and the friend might even teach the man how to cook.

At the moment his cooking expertise stretches as far as the freezer. He can take out a frozen pizza base, jazz it up and 20 minutes later it's on the table piping hot. Pizza nights are great but a girl has to watch her figure!

OK, I'll be reasonable he can make a mean pizza and fry up a steak or two, but mutli-tasking in the kitchen spells DISASTER! He tends to yell out for help, with this tone of desperation that he has botched up the meal.

It's down to me to the rescue the meal and save the kitchen from filling up with smoke. He does try and I shouldn't be too hard on him but I don't want to tempt fate, so maybe it is time to buy a barbeque. At least if he burns anything it will be outside, so the kitchen and I will be smoke free.