In my house, I used to do almost all of the cooking until we switched responsibilities a few years ago. Most of my kitchen tasks revolve around baking now. Nevertheless, since I don't do the cooking, I do the clean up instead. Tonight, we had a simple dinner of baked lemon garlic chicken with couscous. The bird was a really excellent kosher bird, and dinner was fantastic. There were no leftovers. As I started cleaning up. I found myself standing at the stove, picking the browned chicken bits from the baking pan, mindlessly licking delicious lemony, garlicky schmaltz from my fingers. I hate doing dishes with a violent passion, but tonight, I didn't mind so much.