Yesterday, I made this stuff called Gorgonzola Steak Alfredo. I know, just the name of it makes my mouth water. I've been wanting to try to make it for months and months and finally got around to buying all the ingredients. Husband left some of it on his plate, signifying that he did not like it, all the while saying, "No, baby, you did a good job! It was good! I liked it!!"
I wasn't too incensed since it really wasn't THAT great, but I certainly thought it was good enough to eat the entire plate. What really got me was that the reason Husband gave for not eating all of it was that he was full.
Right. Full. An hour later, I came back downstairs from my nap to find him eating a second lunch of two Zumos (buns and all...from what I can tell, Zumos are a cross between a hot dog and a Polish sausage).
Didn't you just say an hour ago that the reason you couldn't eat my HOMEMADE DELICIOUSNESS was because you were FULL? Do you mean to tell me that you prefer a semi-sausage made out of who-knows-what-parts-of-a-pig to my cooking??
Husband just looked at me with his beautiful blue eyes looking completely innocent and said, "Baby, I can't help it. If I was given the choice between a steak and a Zumo, I would eat the Zumo. I'm addicted to them."
While choosing a Zumo over steak is blasphemous, he was completely forgiven due to the fact that he's so cute (and also because just a few days ago I made the mistake of telling him that I preferred a store-bought cheese cake to the homemade one he made on Christmas Eve).
5 comments:
Aw. You're such a good wife, cooking for your hubby. I don't cook. I just eat. It's kind of a talent, really.
The good news is that I TRY to cook. The bad news is that Husband far outclasses me with everything he cooks. He even makes the best grilled cheese sandwiches in the world. I just don't understand how I can try so hard and still not do well!
It is difficult to beat a Zumos. I know southeast Texas is not the best place in the world, but they did get sausage right.
There is something magical about Zumos. Don't fight it - just buy it.
Magical my rear end! They're made of pig bits! I'm not denying that they're good, but better than MY cooking? I DON'T THINK SO.
Why does everyone always side with Husband?
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