Cooking with Someone Else

Something I have tried multiple times in my life is cooking a meal with someone else. I have learned that 99% of the time this does not end well. I remember the first time I noticed this was with my Easy Bake Oven. About four of us would to communally make one of those stupid packets of cake or whatever. Two people would stir, one would put it in, and one would take it out. It was always a fight to see who would be Lucky enough to get to scald their hands on the hot tiny metal dish while the other's looked on miserably. Good times.



Fast forward to sharing a kitchen as an adult. One person becomes head chef and takes on the persona of Gordon Ramsay and the other one becomes the cutting/stirring bitch. 

I have been on both sides of this relationship, and neither one is very fun. If you are the Gordon, you just get mad because what ever you cutting/stirring bitch is doing, you could probably be doing both better and faster.

And if you are the bitch, you are mumbling threats under your breath and thinking about smacking that asshole Ramsay in the face with a hot pan....

However, I have found the exception to this situation. I can cook one thing with Scott. We make excellent fried rice.

Now I only help out with part of the dish, which may be why I am able to cook with him without going crazy. He cuts everything up, then I cook the chicken and veggies. I make sure they are properly seasoned and cooked through. Then I turn it back over to him to add everything together and make the final product. Every time we make this, it is super fun and I almost believe in cooking with someone else is an enjoyable activity...

This is what I get to do!

But then I remember that god damn Easy Bake Oven, and my shared kitchen ambitions end there.