The joys of marrying Ben

I often complain when Ben doesn't pick up his clothes or notice when he drops food on the kitchen floor.

But you will hear only praise from me when he cooks. I came home to dinner on Tuesday after a 10-mile training run with my friend, Naomi. He used a recipe from Men's Health, which I'll post at a later date. It was one of the finest pork chops I've ever had. He cooked it in olive oil and drizzled spicy brown mustard on top. He also cooked apples. Yummy. And today, he cooked chicken pasta and another meal that we can eat throughout the week.

I'm wondering what the male equivalent is for diva.