But, and I always say this: it gets better. Invest now, deal with the mess and the endlessness with as much patience as you can muster, because one day. . . Oh, one day your kids will be cooking for you, and you will lie around on the couch with the New Yorker while they make dinner, dreaming up your brilliant cartoon captions and dispensing occasional cheerful nuggets of advice, as required. "Pomegranate and mint?" you will say. "Yes, that sounds like a lovely way to glaze the tofu." (That is a transcription of a real conversation that took place while Ben and Ava were cooking dinner a couple of months ago.) "The rice cooker? It's where it always is." Even the cat is relaxing in your lap because there is no flour everywhere to tromp ecstatically through.
|The Minted Pomegranate Tofu meal. They "finished" the sauce with a bit of butter. I know!|
|Our art director designed this snazzy badge!|
|An early kabob prototype. You gotta love the banana.|