Hey love. Today I’m doling out some responsibility.
I know. Before your eyes glaze over and you tune me out, I think you’ll like this one.
Did I ever tell you about the time the oven caught on fire? No? Okay well I was cooking bacon and it was an old oven and let’s just say there was smoke so thick I couldn’t see the wall. Oh and I had to crawl out of the kitchen. And what about the time grease splattered all over my arm and left burns for two weeks? I didn’t tell you that one either? I was also cooking bacon on that one. So wait maybe bacon is the problem? No no, never mind. Where was I? Oh right.
Here’s the thing. I love baking. Cupcakes, pies, cakes, cookies, fudge, etc. If it’s got butter, sugar, flour, and some sort of happiness in it, chances are I’ll love baking it. Now cooking on the other hand I’m learning. Some days I win and some days I lose. Most of those losing days involve meat of some kind. Can we just make a pact right now that you’ll cook the meat in our marriage?
And I only mean that completely literally. I don’t like nor understand grills, smokers, fryers, fire pits or anything that might be added together to resemble one of those things. Sure I can learn. And if you want to teach me, I’ll be a willing participant. But I would much rather you man the grill and I’ll do everything else. I promise. You just figure out how to not undercook our chicken or overcook our burgers and this will be a happy relationship. No one will get food poisoning or chew their food for two minutes.
Now, what’s your favorite dessert? What did your mom make you on your birthday growing up? I’ll do my best to re-create it.
until then, I’ll be here.