“”I’m the cook in our house. You could start your hubby making his own beer. That involves cooking and might get him interested.””
You missed the part about my cooking for 60 years - a hint about how long we’ve been kicking around. The only time my husband is in the kitchen now is to see what dinner is going to be and how long it’s going to take to get it to the table. That’s what old age does to a person. 10 years ago, it wouldn’t have mattered. I’d have to find him to tell him dinner was ready. And making beer - nope; gave it up when he came from the Arctic in the ‘50’s....but I guess that was the hard stuff to kill the boredom at an AF isolated radar station. Off duty, of course!
when he came from the Arctic = when he came HOME from the Arctic....