Normally, I cook alone. It's not some nihilistic or narcissistic stand I've taken. It's just that my kitchen is so small that the only way two people can cook in there is if one person sits on the others' shoulders, and they both wear one long chef's coat.
Occasionally, though, Drew and I find an excuse to cook together in his kitchen. And Labor Day was one such excuse. We both had the day off, and the Monday crew would be coming over. We settled on gumbo, because it takes a long time to make, and we have lots of great andouille from Pig II.