We have a L-shaped kitchen with a too-big island in the middle. It's tight, and when I'm in the kitchen, I prefer everyone to GTFO. Anyway, I'm trying to prep veggies. My daughter decides it's a good time to start making a dessert, and my wife also decides it's a good time to stand next to me and make sure I thoroughly wash the broccoli. So instead of roasted broccoli with crushed, browned garlic, we're going to have boiled broccoli because I'm not going to have someone micro-manage how I cook.
I swear, I can be upstairs on my computer for hours, or sit on the couch to watch TV. But as soon as I go into the kitchen to cook something, she'll come stand next to me. I wouldn't mind if she was a good cook, but she doesn't under textures, mouth feel, when to cook with high heat, low heat, and how to get the best of both worlds, the flow and sequence of when to put the ingredients in. And she also scoops out dishwashing liquid because I use too much...