We bought the groceries. He brought his chef's hat and coat, and pans and seasonings. As I stood and watched the washing and chopping begin, there was a brief moment when I wondered what we had gotten ourselves into. But as soon as he started flipping those potatoes, I knew this was going to be a good thing. It was quite impressive (as was his willingness to do it about 87 extra times so I could try to get a good shot). Before long we were asked to sit down, and plates heaped with potatoes, onions, and fish were served with style and ease. And then bananas foster. It doesn't get much better than that! But then it did get better - he cleaned up.
As my father always used to say, "We'll put you on steady!"