Pass me a plate but not a knife

Confession: Jeff cooks dinner more often than I do.

Jeff finds cooking — especially chopping — relaxing. He likes to come home from a tough day at the office and attack a pile of helpless vegetables with a razor-sharp knife.

I find cooking stressful. My chopping skills are poor. I'm afraid to use high heat. Wooden spoons creep me out and olive oil is always splashing out of the skillet and hitting me on the arm. Ouch.

When I need to unwind after a difficult workday, I don't head to the kitchen. I head to the gym, also known as my living room. I play a Pilates, yoga or kickboxing DVD and sweat out my frustrations.

It might be an untraditional arrangement, but it works for us. I get to eat delicious, homemade food while staying relatively fit. Jeff gets fewer does-this-make-me-look-fat questions from me. See, everyone wins.