I could get used to this. Micca is in the kitchen slaving over a hot stove and filling the house with wonderful smells while I sit at the computer with a glass of chilled wine and play Poker.

He does get emotional over chicken. Shouts of despair when he thought I didn't have butter or oil (I have both) in which to saute the onions.

Peel me a grape, will you, Micca.
Actually I think he has grapes for dessert. No wonder Deborah loves Tom.