If it's true. The man who lives in my house also cooks in my house. We came home from a soccer tournament (it was a bloodbath. Our blood.) to a table set with candles and plates heaped with fetuccine alfredo* with salmon, green beans, and homemade herb bread. The hooligans were so hungry that they would have eaten cardboard, but I noticed. Everything was excellent. I heaped the praise on fairly thick, but he was still fishing after we cleaned up the kitchen, so I'm sending it out to the internet: IT WAS A FABULOUS MEAL! THANK YOU!
*he made the sauce from scratch too.