He eats his words

I am married to my own personal Mr. Wonderful - 24 years this December. He has many quirks (I, of course, do not). One of those quirks is the ability to change his mind more times than any woman was ever reported to. This probably has to do with the fact that unless a number or dollar sign is attached to something the man has no memory to speak of. A main example of this would be his food "tastes" seem to change, often. I cannot tell you how many times I have prepared a dish that he loves, only to hear the next time I made it that it really doesn't appeal to him (hmmm, I say that much more nicely than he does). Got him this week, though.

Made one of my favorite side dishes - Garlic Parmesan Crusted New Potatoes. 1 stick of melted butter in an 11x13 dish, 1/2 cup fresh grated parmesan cheeses and 2 cloves of crushed garlic sprinkled over that with salt and pepper to taste, topped by halved new red potatoes placed sliced side down, baked 40 minutes in a 425 degree oven. Served them with Chicken Marsala and fresh steamed broccoli.

After dinner he let me know how much he enjoyed the better than restaurant main dish and that the potatoes were "outstanding". I ROTFLMAO, hopped up and kissed him on the cheek, and told him "the last time I made those you told me not to bother with them again".

Ahhh, I could say "gotta love him" - but I don't "gotta" - I just do!

Blocking the Aran afghan - starting on (sigh) copper lame Barbie evening gowns for nieces Xmas gifts. Tiny yarn, tiny needles, for dolls with HUGE breasts.