Wednesday, October 28, 2009

I was wearing slippers and I'm not pregnant, but I had the "toiling over a hot stove" part downpat

I am a lot of things, but I am not a cook. I've gotten better over the years (the Pretend Husband at least comes home to some chicken nuggets in the oven every once in awhile), but it's not my "thing."

Which is why it was huge that I made the PH not one, not two, but three meals (and three desserts) for his birthday last week. He put a moratorium on gifts for his birthday (that I am praying will be lifted by mine...) so it was the only way I could think of to make his birthday stand out.

I started the night before by getting home at 11 p.m. after dinner out with the Pretend In-Laws (and perhaps a spontaneous game of Setback with SJ and j) and immediately starting to bake potatoes. Which led to my getting up an hour early the next morning to finish breakfast, which was basically twice baked potatoes with bacon and a fried egg in the middle. They were good (but maybe a bit undercooked, which may have led to the PH's Birthday Morning O' Fun In The Bathroom, but it's the thought that counts, right?)

Then the PH went off to work with a bagged lunch of two angus roast beef sandwiches (the deli counter guy gave me the special angus roast beef at the price of the regular stuff... oh yeah, I've still got it!), his favorite Doritos and a Reese's Peanut Butter Cup.

I spent the next eighty jillion hours cooking so when the PH arrived home from work (or, more accurately, about two hours after he arrived home from work...) he sat down to a dinner of turkey meatloaf and garlic mashed potatoes. Which was followed by peanut butter pie, two kinds of cupcakes and a chocolate and vanilla checkerboard cake.

Of course, he's been getting nothing but chicken nuggets and canned soup from me since, but at least he has the memory of the day KAT cooked her butt off to sustain him until his next birthday.


Stephanie said...

I think all that food should carry him along nicely until next year.

Andy said...

PH should love you for all that cooking. And you'll love it when he cooks you four meals for your birthday, right? (As long as there's diamonds in it, I'm guessing)