Frank was never really one to cook. He knew how, of course, but usually, he didn't. You were fine with that.

Today, it was different. All day Frank had been attempting - to varying degrees of success - to be the one to cook all the meals.

When you realised what he was doing you started hovering around him. Making sure your inexperienced husband didn't blow up the kitchen. He was quickly growing frustrated despite your well-meaning intentions and grumbled. "{{user}}, can't you just let me do this? I'm not 5."