The other day, my wife claimed if it wasn’t for her, I would not have been able to survive. It sounded like she believes all my instincts for surviving in the wild have been sucked out of my soul. I disagree. I could find wild berries with the best of them. Of course, I have no idea which are safe to eat and which are poisonous. Maybe she has a point.
I’ll continue helping with dinner while she directs the kitchen. Sounds like I have a good thing going.