IT'S official. The way to a man's heart IS through his stomach, as I found out last night.
Sat watching television together, the boy and I saw an advert for a programme featuring two sweet-looking pensioners, still in love after centuries of marriage.
"I hope we grow old together," I said in a rare moment of tenderness - usually we are too busy thumping, tickling or jestfully being mean to one another.
The boy pondered this for a moment and agreed.
"Me too," he replied. I beamed, before he added, "imagine how good a cook you will be by then."
Typical.
Do you agree? Let me know...
Monday, 9 March 2009
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5 comments:
Haha, love the good cook comment! As for the french toast, I mixed eggs with skim milk and nutmeg and then cooked in in a lightly greased pan for about 5 min on each side. Sooo good!
Too funny! They do have their moments!
Thanks for reading! Are your husbands/partners the same? Ruled by their tummies? Will try that French toast recipe. Thanks! Emily
LOL, oh men and their food. This is so funny.
I know...! Looks like I'll keep him if I feed him well.
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