My roommates and myself have discovered that we each have a specialty.
One roommate is a fantastic cook. Chicken. Burgers. Asian dishes I don’t know. Waffles. Pancakes. You name it and he makes it delicious. He had a small food operation at one point, making and selling mini spring rolls. Guy loves to cook, and it shows.
Another roommate is meticulous about the house finances. She tracks everything, and since she shares the spreadsheet via Dropbox, we all know where we stand.
The third roommate is an uber organizer. We’ve learned that when she’s left alone in the house, the entire kitchen will be re-organized. She’s really good at it though so it’s that much more efficient.
Me? I’m the fruit picker. Probably not surprising. I am a bit of an apple snob, but my roommates will not eat oranges anymore unless I have picked them. Two of them won’t even eat oranges that get delivered to the office from Spud, a local company that specializes organic fruits and vegetables.
I learned how to pick fruit from my Dad. Thanks Dad!