Making Dinner
I discovered, after almost 28 years of marriage, that the way to man’s heart might REALLY be through his stomach. When I told Dan the dinner menu’s for the week, he said “What are you trying to do, make me skip my overnighter and end up driving more?”
He was serious! He loves my cooking, and he lets me know. I love to cook for him, and I love to make him wish he was home when he isn’t.
The funny thing is, when we got marrited, I didn’t even know how to cook pasta. The first time I made spaghetti, I put it in cold water. It was like a sponge by the time I stopped cooking it. Now, I am a pretty good cook, and he enjoys it very much.
There was only one meal I made that he asked me “Please, don’t ever make this again!” That was my only attempt at black bean soup. It looked like diarrhea… and it tasted as bad as it looked. We ended up ordering subs that night.
Having a husband who appreciates my cooking is wonderful. Having him tell me how much he likes it is a blessing. Knowing I can make him want to be here, in one way or another….is priceless!
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