About fifteen minutes ago, I heard a sound from the kitchen that could best be described as squinkle squinkle squinkle squinkle squinkle...
When it persisted for several seconds, I got up from working on a MM page to go check it out. Turns out the sound was that of canola oil heating up in a saucepan, and George was busy cutting up some small red potatoes into strips.
ZOMG!!! FRESH FRENCH FRIES!!!!!
I'm afraid that I begged shamelessly for him to make some for me as well. After kidding me about having already eaten my carb load with dinner only half an hour earlier, he put me out of my misery by agreeing to cook up some extra. So now I am sitting here with a little plate of fresh-fresh-fresh fries, sprinkled with vinegar and with ketchup on the side.
Damn, I love my husband.
When it persisted for several seconds, I got up from working on a MM page to go check it out. Turns out the sound was that of canola oil heating up in a saucepan, and George was busy cutting up some small red potatoes into strips.
ZOMG!!! FRESH FRENCH FRIES!!!!!
I'm afraid that I begged shamelessly for him to make some for me as well. After kidding me about having already eaten my carb load with dinner only half an hour earlier, he put me out of my misery by agreeing to cook up some extra. So now I am sitting here with a little plate of fresh-fresh-fresh fries, sprinkled with vinegar and with ketchup on the side.
Damn, I love my husband.
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((hugs))
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I'm comin' to your house to eat! ;->
(If I'm ever in Winnipeg and have properly called ahead and all that.) Seriously, how nice of him! You definitely have a keeper there.
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Mine! All Mine! >:)