When I tell people I’m dating a chef, they tend to widen their eyes and say, Ooooh, lucky! You must get to eat so much good food!
They have no fucking idea what dating a chef really means.
(I don’t like breakfast potatoes, but I do like this breakfast hash I threw together in the morning with leftover ham, goguma, onions, and apples. My puppy likes it, too, because I feed him scraps of raw goguma while I’m cooking, dice raw goguma and mix it into his kibble. He also gets scraps of apple and apple peel and bits of ham — oh, and, yes, you like it, too, this breakfast hash, the cooked version. You like it even more because you’re not the one who had to get up to make it.)