I was standing across the restaurant that I worked at.  We were short handed that day and he came in to help out his roommate.  That is the first time I ever saw my husband.  He had been in the restaurant business for years and was amazing at it.  He decided to stay at our little restaurant.  A few weeks later,  we had all gone out after work.  I remember sitting beside him thinking this is where I want to be for the rest of my life, right here beside him.  Shortly after that I had talked his roommate into letting me come over and make dinner for them.  I've never been the greatest cook, but didn't know it at the time.  They were big strong men and I didn't know how much food to make.  I brought 17 porkchops. I was in there kitchen frying the porkchops and making the fixings when he came in and asked if he could help.  I thought oh he is being so sweet and wants to be with me in the kitchen.  But I was trying to show off my domestic skills, so I told him no I've got this, you go watch tv.  Later he told me that he walked into the kitchen and saw so many burnt to a crisp pork chops that he was going to have to eat.  I was also making macaroni and cheese and I had seen my mom add cheese and milk to it. (Although I didn't know how much.). He asked me why I was putting that in the Mac and cheese and I, again trying to act like I knew what I was doing, said oh I'm making fluffy Mac and cheese.  He looked at the soupy mixture and said I can't wait to try it.  I've never had fluffy macaroni and cheese before.  I did everything I could to try and make that macaroni look fluffy. Including taking a fork and trying to separate each individual noodle.  But I had poured so much milk in it that it was just soup.  After I had left he told me that he called his friends over and made them eat some porkchops and then he and his friends started giving some away to the neighbors.  Nobody else but he and I touched the macaroni.  But he married me anyway.  He gave me about two weeks after we were married and then booted me out of the kitchen for good. So, he was always the cook of our little family.  My inability to cook was always a joke in our house.