Healthy eating! (unless you get poisoned, that is)

Dave and I are trying, yet again, to eat foods that are better for us than the fast food, fat-laden dishes to wish our bodies and minds have unfortunately become accustomed.
So we're trying to cook more often and center dishes on veggies rather than meat. And when we do eat meat, it's usually chicken or shrimp.
I do most of the cooking (I don't know if it's because I'm the woman, or because I can actually do it, but there you go ...).
Dave realizes that this puts an unfair amount of pressure on me, so he tries to pitch in.
A couple nights ago, for example, he came home from work as I was preparing dinner and immediately pitched in, dicing onions, scrubbing potatoes and defrosting our precooked, frozen shrimp (we love it. It costs more than buying raw shrimp, but it is 100 percent easier).
But sometimes, he bites off more than he can chew.
Last night, we had the idea to make CLTs -- chicken breast, lettuce and tomato sandwiches.
And he decided he wanted to tackle this dish on his own because I'd been doing all the cooking.
So he brought me the first dish, the chicken breast steaming hot from the pan, the lettuce still crisp, the tomato slices juicy and proudly asked me to try it.
So I took a huge bite into this wonderful sandwich he had made me and had so lovingly presented.
A huge bite right into a section of raw chicken.
And he was upset but understood: It's the thought that counts, but only if it doesn't end up poisoning you.