We have this arrangement at my house. My mother cooks Monday through Thursday nights, my sister cooks on Friday nights, and I cook on Saturday. Sunday is usually left overs.
These are last nights offerings, in progress.
First we have corn on the cob, bubbling happily in the pot. I'd never actually made corn on the cob before (and I jokingly asked if it was microwaveable), so I wasn't sure how to tell if it was done. For some reason I sort of thought that maybe it would sink (since it floats naturally). But no. I looked it up before I started cooking and you just boil it for 10-15 minutes, and it's done.
Here we have chicken breasts. I breaded them with a mix of this Italian bread crumb that we have and Parmesean cheese. Everything is better with cheese!
Now, there was also a salad, but I didn't make it. My sister had made a *huge* batch of salad for the night before, with lettuce, cranberries, nuts, onions, mushrooms, and tomatoes. So we ate more of that. And there's *still* more. She might have gone overboard.
I also set the table. I see you being impressed with our fine crystal and china! :p We have about 30 of those little plastic cups. They give them away at the local baseball games, and my mother just...she always comes back with a *ton* when they're doing it.
*And*, unlike certain people in the household *coughmomcough*, I do not leave the kitchen a disaster when I cook! I have no idea how she makes the level of mess that she does, but when my mother cooks, there is a *stack* of dishes in the sink and she somehow manages to get whatever she's cooking all over the outside of the pans. I have no idea how...Anyway. My grandmother always made us do dishes as we were cooking (as we got the chance), so there wasn't a huge mess for afterwards.