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Like others in the responses, we split the labor, not chop veg while doing doggy style or whatever that couple in the picture is doing.
Generally, I cook, my husband cleans up after.
Sometimes I ask my kids to prep or I prep and ask them to cook (if I have to leave the house).
Occasionally I ask someone to open and assemble bagged salad while I cook, that's about the only "cooking together at the same time in the same space" I can think of off hand.
My girlfriend always asks if she can help and my answer is no 99% of the time. I'll ask her for help stirring something while I go to the bathroom. Nothing more.
Then again, she does drive a long way to come to my house, the least I can do is cook for her and let her relax. So works out for both of us.
I always had this romantic notion growing up of cuddling my beloved from behind when she is cooking, but my wife fucking hates it. Conversely, I don't like having other people in the kitchen when I'm cooking so I fully understand.
When I want help is when all dishes need to finish at about the same time and each dish requires attention and input. Then I explain the steps and delegate the easiest dish to whoever is within shouting distance just before that time comes. If you want a chill experience with me in the kitchen, come see me during prep work.
And while we're at it, yes the plate from what you are eating from is hot. We're serving hot food to here, not microwaved instant noodles.
My wife likes me in the kitchen for my mad knife skills but only if I'm on the other side of the butcher block out of her way.
This is flat out wrong... This person is telling on either themselves, or their incompetent partner.
I do most of the cooking, but I love help in the kitchen.
Really depends. I don't want to be interrupted when I got a knife in my hand, but once the mirapoix hits the heat I love an extra set of hands for shredding chicken/taking down the bougousie/etc.
/taking down the bougousie/etc.
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I bet you could get some help with that in this lemmy crowd.
One of the many reasons I love this place.
I believe you. I believe you would know if you wanted to be interrupted or not, haha.
I don't really understand, though. Is it not possible to cut things while someone cuts something else?
Living by myself means I really only got one serviceable knife. Also I'm a little autistic and need things cut to a fairly specific size for a uniform maillard reaction.
Ah, okay. I getcha. :p
So true. I have never raged (nor been raged at) as hard as Iโve raged (and been raged at) in the kitchen!
Can confirm. If I am in the kitchen, everyone else gets the cleaver brandished at them. It's not that I don't appreciate the help, it's that I am kinda dancing around the kitchen and no one else knows the steps and I end up bumping into them.
Why they both have the same face?
The house I live in has an open floor plan so the living room kitchen and dining room are all one big area. It is literally impossible to make something in there without my housemates trying to have some inane conversation with me and asking 20 questions about what I'm making. It's annoying as fuck. This is just quick stuff too. Trying to make an actual meal is completely out of the question