My dad has always done 90% of the cooking in our home. Always.Because he loves cooking (and is amazing at it) my mom just went with it. She says she let's him do it because he loves it. She also cleans up the kitchen afterwards so I guess it's a good trade off. Unless it looks like a tornado zipped thru severaltims and then a bomb went off. Then we all help because my dad is usaly asleep on the coutch recovering from all that cooking.
Because my dad worked all day we rarely ate before 8pm.
When I think back on it my mom would get a call from my dad. He would ask her what she wanted for dinner that night and to set out the majority of what he needed. Then after he got home, & changed cloths, he would get to work cooking. Most of this I missed because I would be outside running around with my sister. And Fridays were pizza/Chinese food night.
Things are still the same these days.
My sister has since moved to New York City and my mom has two jobs now, but my dad still does most of the cooking. And my mom still does most of the cleaning. It's funny how it all works out.
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