Last night, I made dinner for my husband. It was a delightful little concoction of my own invention, and I had hurried home from work to have this ready by the time he got home. As I spooned it onto our plates, to my surprise, I realized that I had not made enough pasta–a totally opposite problem from the one I normally have. (Am I the only one who has serious issues when it comes to measuring pasta?)
We sat down and ate the meal together nonetheless and discussed the day’s events. I though all was well.
BUT THEN, once we finished, Kenny got up and began making more pasta.
“Since we have extra sauce,” he said, in explanation.
However, NOT ONLY did he put water on to boil, he also hauled out our bag of frozen chicken pieces and began defrosting a breast in the microwave. It was then that I began to feel a wee bit affronted. I remained silent, though, to see what he would come up with.
As his ingredients cooked, we read the Advent devotional we’re working through. Not only a good reminder of the reason for the season, it was also a good reminder to be nice to my husband.
We finished today’s reading, and he finished up cooking the second supper.
Sidenote: we lit the Advent candles at church last Sunday. Kenny read from Luke 2 (and wore a suit!), and I am happy to report that I did not accidentally light the white candle.
Here’s his finished creation. I made him put it on a clean plate solely for the purpose of this picture, so feast your…eyes. Uh, yum? I am aware that my food photography is a bit lackluster. As is all of my photography.
Basically, he just made a more awesome version of my dinner creation (spaghetti, tomato sauce, cream cheese, and spices). His had meat on it, which I always forget to cook/don’t bother with since it’s too much hassle.
Since his version looked so delicious, I politely begged him for a few morsels, and, being an excellent husband, he shared.
While we were munching down our second supper, I noticed a strange mark on Kenny’s forehead.
I mentioned it to him and he ran to the bathroom mirror to check it out. I may have let out a small chuckle at his consternation. He had no idea what the mark was or how it was inflicted, but I have my theories.
I’m pretty sure this is payback for his dissatisfaction with my first dinner.
However, being that it’s Advent and everything, I kept my suspicions to myself.
So, what is the moral of these ramblings, you wonder? Well, sometimes husbands do have good ideas when it comes to cooking.
Also…I still like him a bunch, especially since he shares.