Our styles are incompatible. At most, she can work on an entree on her own, and I can work on a side dish on my own.
This is reminding me of an old girlfriend I had where we could not cook together because our styles drove each other nuts.
Interestingly, she was an artist, but she was the one insisting on being absolutely precise in measurements. Me, the accountant, was the one playing loosey-goosey. Go figure.
(My sister taught me as a young boy that “the mark of a good cook is they never measure the salt with a measuring spoon”. You just pour a little in your hand, estimate, and in it goes. I took that to heart.)