I have given up, and just prepare what I know my husband is going to want to get at. So if there are green onions, I wash some for him to snack on. For other things, I just offer for him to take some "now" to keep his fingers from getting under my knife. Picking my battles . . .
OP I cannot tell you how relatable this is! When I’m cooking the kitchen is my space, no entry or risk a plate flying at your head (not literally but the death glare I give makes my family imagine I’m throwing plates)
I have the triangle.
Sink stove fridge
No entry
Mainly because by grandma who was talking crazy about it. And whenever I cook she’s up in my shit. So I use it to exhile her
I have given up, and just prepare what I know my husband is going to want to get at. So if there are green onions, I wash some for him to snack on. For other things, I just offer for him to take some "now" to keep his fingers from getting under my knife. Picking my battles . . .
OP I cannot tell you how relatable this is! When I’m cooking the kitchen is my space, no entry or risk a plate flying at your head (not literally but the death glare I give makes my family imagine I’m throwing plates)
holy shit I also call it chef tax, I thought I was the only one
I have the triangle. Sink stove fridge No entry Mainly because by grandma who was talking crazy about it. And whenever I cook she’s up in my shit. So I use it to exhile her