This is one of our favorite stories to tell…
I usually pack our breakfasts and lunches. One evening it had gotten particularly hectic and I didn’t have time to get it done. I told Hubby he’d be on his own in the morning.
When he got home the following evening, I asked him what he’d had for breakfast.
“I did really, really well! I had a plain bagel!”
“Yep. It came with a piece of cheese!”
“Yep. And a sausage patty!”
“Oh! And an egg, too!”
“Wow! That was some plain bagel!”
“Yeah. I thought the same thing! What a deal, right? And they threw in a hash brown patty, too!”
I think that I would miss you even if we’d never met.
Me: You know it’s tough living with a perfect person.
Hubby: You seem to manage just fine.
When your Hubby has you stop what you’re doing just to dance with you in your socks because Jason Mraz’s Lucky is playing on Pandora.
Late night conversations…
Hubby: You’re cuter when you’re quiet.
My Hubby really is the best.
Last year he resurrected a family recipe for fruitcake. He made dozens of mini loaves and gave them away as gifts. The thing about fruitcake is you either like it or you don’t. It has a bad rap for some reason. Personally, I’ve always enjoyed it. But, people really, really seem to love this fruitcake.
This year he began gathering all of the things he would need to make them again. He surprised me though. He figured out how to tweak the recipe and make it vegan…completely vegan.
So last night, after the trial batch was completed baking and had cooled, we tasted it to see if it would be any good. It was actually moister and tastier. We were both excited. I told him, “Do you know how hard it is to find a vegan fruitcake around the holidays?!”
Maybe we’ve found a new profession: Spork and Foon Bakers. I sort of like it.
You’d think that with all of the laughing the two of us do with each other we’d both have abs of steel.