The Kitchen Man

Yeah, I know I am lucky. I am being told so by all who have visited my new marital home until now. The food coming out of the kitchen smells awesome..and tastes awesome too. And the best bit is, its not being cooked by me, but by Shadique. What more could a woman want, ask my female friends, neighbours, relatives, colleagues.
You know when you go home tired from the office, you see the house husband standing at the kitchen counter, adorning that silly apron he bought from Poundland, grinning at you, and you are in womanhood bliss.
No menu planning to do for the night, no histrionics to perform trying to carve the chicken and no need to see the the unapproving look on Shadique's face when I hand over the dinner plate to him. Adios to being kitchen queen.
Three cheers to my kitchen man!!