Dad

I can bake a cake, I can whip up some cookies, and I can make ice cream that'll put you into a sugar coma, but I am no cook. Occasionally, it'll fall to me to make dinner and I'll invariably visit my go-to recipe: Boil spaghetti, drown it in olive oil, dump a flavored sauce on top, and serve with a salad (I like salads and have been known to spend more time arranging vegetables than actually attending to a simmering pot).

Now my wife, the other contributor to this blog--she can cook. She knows how to dip into those mysterious jars that line two shelves of our cabinet and create flavors that'll make your heart sing (ProTip: Her recipe posts deserve your attention--they'll do you right). I'd love to have that intuitive ability to season and spice, but it's going to take a little more than just pulling out some pots and willing their contents into delectable cuisine. So I'm considering picking up the book "Man with a Pan" by this guy--the trailer alone makes me hope that, just maybe, my wife and kids will someday perk up when they hear dad say, "Okay, what do you guys want for dinner?"