My husband is a prince among men. I may have said this before, but, people, it's true.
I could give you a list a mile long of reasons he is such a good husband. It would be filled with things like, "never comments on how messy the house is" and "dresses like a princess when our girls beg pretty please" but there are other reasons I'm blessed to have him as my partner in crime.
See, Thomas puts up with my ridiculously horrible cooking abilities. He even eats the food I make without letting on about how disgusting it is.
Case in point: I once made Thomas Thousand-Island Chicken. Have you ever heard of it? No? Want to know why? Because it something only a 6 month pregnant woman with no kitchen instincts would make thinking it sounded good.
When I was pregnant with Ivy I decided to make Thomas a special dinner. A dinner made of chicken, rice, and - yep, you guessed it!- Thousand-Island dressing. It was disgusting. I mean, as disgusting as it sounds and then 10 times more disgusting.
But, you know what my husband did? He ate it. And pretended to enjoy it. When I couldn't stomach a bite of it, he ate it. When I let him off the hook and told him we could go out for dinner, he ate it. Even when I told my mom about it and she went on and on about what a gross concoction is was, he never admitted that it was horrible. He's a good man that way.
There you have my Total Truth, Folks.
I am a horrible cook with the worst kitchen instincts ever. It's kind of shocking considering I am the grand-daughter of a baker and the daughter of a woman who can throw together a gourmet meal in minutes. But, I just cannot cook.
I can bake, sure, but since my kids need to eat more than apple pies and cookies for dinner it doesn't help too much. Still, I'm lucky to be blessed with a man who knows his way around the kitchen and is even willing to plan recipes for me to make during the week. I guess that's why we make such a good pair...
Tuesday, July 29, 2008
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2 comments:
Oh, how we are so similar. I am the cook whilst my husband is the baker. And I have the stretch pants to prove it!
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That is so sweet that he ate your recipie with no complaints!
OK, maybe it's the hormones, but 1000 island chicken doesn't sound that bad! I mean, maybe throw some cheese on it and you're good!
My hubs doesn't like rice so everything is either noodly or potatoey.
My tip? Cause you asked? (pretend you asked) Throw a chicken in the crockpot, sprinkle some salt & pepper on top (NOTHING ELSE, NO WATER NOTHING!), turn on low and leave it alone all day. T will walk in the house and give you lots of lovin' because 1. your house will smell awesome and 2. you cooked something that you can make into enchiladas, burritoes, chili, quesadillas, chicken salad sandwiches, etc.
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