i can bet you can guess whose steak and potatoes is whose?
it's good to have a husby who can work the grill husby -because i told him "hubby" makes me think of a chunky man who wears over-all's and a red bandanna around his scruffy un-kept head so husby it is the other night he decided to impress me with his famous steaks and he did! he even marinated it over night it was delicious oh, those potatoes.. i did that ..score.. i've really enjoyed cooking for him he told me "babe, i think you like to cook!" and i thought about it for minute and to my suprise "hey, i think i do too!" he thinks i'm good at it but i really haven't cooked anything drastic it's all simple but he doesn't have to know that! for all he knows i slave away in the kitchen to feed his sweet face
our first meals together as newlyweds:
1. bbq pork loins mexican rice
2. buffalo quesdillas mac and cheese being the back-up plan (you know me with my made up recipes)
3. chicken roll-ups string beans
4. chicken shit
5. steak and potatoes
not so bad, huh?
well pretty good compared to this:
so i decided to make him breakfast while he was in bed my pancake (meaning one) in turn looked like a burnt chicken breast and the eggs smelled like a stale fart the house was a complete smoke bomb
i guess i can't impress him every-time i cook, huh?
so i offered him french vanilla pudding but it's a good thing he didn't eat it because it was brown which meant it was out of date out of date meaning the year 2007 i didn't think much of it at first, it's french maybe french vanilla is darker than vanilla? nope needless to say, tobey sopped it up with a biscuit
so we settled for a bowl of cereal
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