Almost my whole life. I'm in charge of feeding a rather notoriously picky eater. How he even manages to taste the vegetables once I've finished hiding them is beyond me, but he does.

[A grin crosses his face.]

Fortunately since I've been cooking so long, even my failures are usually tasty. They just aren't quite as tasty as they could be.

[A perfectionists definition of 'failure' tends to be pretty off from everyone else's for better or worse.]