Before we got married Ben would cook for himself – breakfast, lunch and dinner. (Okay not lunch, he would go to Togos or Chick Fil A for lunch.)
Anyways, when we got married I would get home from work an hour earlier than him and cook dinner. Many times I’d pack his lunch too. Then, I lost my job and started making him breakfast before he left for work too. Before I knew it I had kicked him out of the kitchen!
When I have an early work or super late shift he makes himself food but I NEVER let him cook for me. This is frustrating as I work late at the gym Tuesdays and Thursdays and it would be helpful if I let him make dinner.
But, I remember watching him cook when we were dating. Let’s just say he makes Paula Dean look like she’s on a diet with how much butter he uses. I specifically remember one time when he made a pancake covered in butter and cheese…but I digress.
We keep talking about having him cook more, but I always turn him down when he offers. Since I was still feeling sick this morning I let him cook.
Kidding, he is a really good cook if you don’t mind tons of butter and cheese on your eggs (and who does, right?).
I asked him to make me an egg scramble and was restricted to verbal directions only. Luckily for everyone – it was a delicious success!
Before breakfast I went on an easy 3 mile “check in” run to see how my boogers were doing. They’re alive and well.
Ben and I are still trying to find the right church for us in this area. I was raised in the Catholic Church and was explaining to Ben some of the traditions which he found photo worthy for some reason…
“When I was an altar server the priest would hold up the host…”
“and I would ring the bell. But they don’t do that anymore because the mass isn’t in Latin and we understand what’s going on.”
On the way back I saw someone is selling Menudo from their garage. I totally would have gotten in on this if I hadn’t already eaten.
Then, I broke my chair. Seriously.
I’m blaming Ben because he went on an ice cream run last night totally unprovoked. I think the new MMA gym he’s going to is rocking his appetite because that’s normally my idea.
Hers and His…
Okay I have to go buy a new chair… See ya later.