Monday, June 8, 2009
When Trav and I were first married, he tried to convince me that he didn't know how to cook. In fact, he led me to believe that cutting a tomato was far beyond his capabilities.
But the truth is...I think he just likes me to make things for him. It makes him feel loved.
But then--well... then pregnancy happened and the jig was up. He soon discovered that if he didn't do some cooking, then no cooking was going to be done. Plus I'd like to think that he liked taking care of me. It sure made me feel loved.
One day ago he prepared one of the best meals I have ever had. Roasted pork chops with a (secret) blend of herbs and spices (and very tender I might add), caramelized onion and garlic red potatoes, spinach salad with a home-made lemon olive oil dressing, and dessert.
This dessert was really one of the best things I have ever eaten. Seriously. Is was called Creme Brule French Toast and and had home-made apple cranberry filling, and whipped cream. It had a touch of fresh orange, a dash of cinnamon, and kind of a caramel crust. It was good.
And the best part...I didn't life a finger. And he did it all for me, because he still loves me--
after being married for six years and one day.
Happy Anniversary Love.