I am deathly afraid of the kitchen. While most people have some sort of chef intuition about when something is ready or what extra spices can be added to give a dish a little flavor, I’m over here trying to figure out how to turn on the burner. As my wedding is approaching quickly (aka this weekend!), I’ve had some fears about living up to the wife title. Every hard working husband deserves to come home to some grub occasionally, right? Especially when mine works insane hours at the hospital, I feel like it’s the least I can do (I’m saying this after not having cooked for one year).