Culinary art is not my forte. Before we were married, I made it clear to Bob that I didn’t know how to cook, to which he replied, “you have to be better than me!” Clearly, at least one of us had to make some effort if we were to survive on our (very) limited budget.
Guess who stepped up to that plate.
To this day, if I slyly ask him what he wants to make for supper, he simply asks me what kind of cold cereal I would like…? (And since I buy only one kind at the grocery store, that would limit my options…)
Through the 30+ years of matrimony, I have had my fair share of gastronomic lapses, to put it kindly, but considering his Continue reading “Pass the DNA, I mean pancakes.”