But SWMBO has been cooking for a long, long time.
She is a master.
Even with new recipes.
For example . . .
A roasted, spatchcocked chicken with lemon and herbs under the skin.
Sliced eggplant grilled counter-top in a George Foreman grill, then topped with feta cheese.
Accompanied by some sauced orecchiette (I did the pasta, whoop, whoop), garlic bread and a salad.
A meal fit for a king.
But not a cat.
"C'mon, man, where's mine?", sayeth the Blackwell.
(He always comes around and begs when we're in the kitchen but he won't eat any "human food".)