I'm still letting Cranky do a lot of the cooking, and he does love it.
I wince in my private, polite way, sometimes. But I never say anything out loud. Heck, if it were me cooking, any little flaws or failures would be on MY report card, and I'm grateful that Cranky only suggests, never complains.
So here's a perfect breakfast. Beautiful bacon. Sunny-side-up egg, a little on the jiggly side (eek). Hash brown taters, perfectly cooked, but needed much more grease.
Verdict? Clean Plate Club.
Next time I'm cooking.