When I don’t feel like cooking and I ask Mike to cook for us, we inevitably end up with one of two things for dinner: eggs or foul m’demmas (an Egyptian dish of mashed fava beans with garlic, tomato, parsley, cumin, lemon, and olive oil).

Now, I love eggs in all their incarnations, and Egyptian food is always a favorite. But sometimes I wish the hubby would whip up something different, like, oh I don’t know, say a roast chicken with gravy or beef bourguignon. (Wishful thinking, right?)…