Even though that's true too, but we're not going to go there in this post.
When I say that I am a very, VERY awful cook, take my full meaning. My menus normally consist of something along the lines of grilled cheese, tomato soup from a can, macaroni and cheese from a box, and pancakes (also from my second man, Bisquick). My husband is my soulmate in that regard. He basically saved my dietary life.
What I'm getting at is that my husband, T, is one of the best cooks I know of, and thank goodness, he belongs to me. We had friends over the other night, and he made these absolutely adorable desserts!
Sugar cookies with cream cheese frosting with limeade concentrate mixed in, topped with fresh fruit.
Raspberry chocolate cheesecake shooters.The best part about last night was the following conversation, which took place before our friends got there:
Me: "Hey, T. What do you want me to do?"
T: "Um...." (uncomfortable silence)
Me: "Can I help with something? Do you want me to cut the strawberries?"
T: "Well, you know, it would really be best if...maybe I need to...could I maybe do it myself?"
Me: (obscenely large pout) "...hmph."
T: "Well, really, sweetie. I need to learn to do it myself."
Me: (silence)
T: "I'm sorry!"
Me: (silence)
T: "Come on, now..."
Me: (silence)...."Okay, then can I take pictures???"
T: (silence)
...I am SO in love with this man.
