I love to cook for people I love, just don't start thinking that it's my job to cook for you, because unless I'm getting paid for it, making someone a sandwich is a favour, not my destiny. The moment someone starts thinking that they have some kind of right to free sandwiches, that is when the sandwiches disappear.

My ex-husband was like this. He was on vacation, lounging in his bathrobe all day. I asked him to put the potatoes on. That's it. I left a note how to do it. I show up after a 12 hour day...and supper isn't started. He says he didn't know how to boil water. Oh, and he's super hungry because I didn't leave anything for…

"Prince? Who needs a prince?"