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To: Rambi who wrote (55638)	9/10/2000 7:41:38 PM
From: Ilaine	Respond to of 71178

You can be impressed by my bike riding when I can actually go more than a mile or two. Don't worry, I'll let you know. I am actually a much better cook when Chris helps me. He is much better than I am at seasoning things, and he is willing to do things like chop onions for me, and check to see if things are done, or adjust the seasonings. When it comes to something like Thanksgiving dinner, we do it together. I sort of run things and he helps, but we've been doing it so long that he doesn't need directions for a lot of things, like the baby onions. He says he was amazed when he first came to Thanksgiving dinner at my father's house, which we always did when my dad was married to Marilyn, wife # 2, because everyone was all working together, and he was pressed into service, too. In his family the guests were never asked to help. He is the only significant other to really get into pitching in, my sister's husband never does. Our first serious fight occurred when he had his dad to our apartment for Christmas dinner, and they sat around in the living room drinking while I was alone in the kitchen cooking, and I got so offended that I refused to cook and went and locked myself in the bedroom. I would never dream of taking on a task like you describe without some dependable help. Right now Chris is in the kitchen teaching Ben to cook hamburgers. I've decided that the boys can take turns with us making dinner.