Today began SP's return to the kitchen, although it wasn't a perfectly smooth transition. When I got home I found him standing by the fridge looking forlorn. I asked him what was the matter and he thrust a package of still-frozen pork chops towards me. They were supposed to have been our dinner tonight, but ever resourceful SP went to the pantry, found some jars of tomatoes my mother and I canned last year and a box of angel hair and went to work while I sat on the couch watching Rachael Ray.
We also had a half-eaten container of ricotta cheese in the fridge that I hated to see go to waste so I spooned some of that onto my pasta. It's funny, during the day today I was thinking about how good a plate of pasta with meatballs sounded and then we ended up having pasta and sauce for dinner. I have to say, as much as I love cooking (even when I'm stressed out) it was nice to sit on the couch while someone else cooked. SP even did the dishes, too.