My Wife, The Chef

Hello again. I have a fun story from tonight that I must share. On arriving home from an overnight trip, I spend some time breaking down more boxes and throwing them away. Note: The pile of boxes is still quite large. Soon, my loving wife arrives home from the grocery store and proclaims that she is going to cook us a nice dinner. Sweet! Being a couple of days into a diet, I'm excited for some good food.


If you look closely at the picture, you will see Chef G's George Forman grill, which is where all of the magic happens.

I help her unload the car and proceed upstairs to change clothes. I come back downstairs to find tacos in progress. Having had tacos for lunch, my excitement wanes for a minute; however, as my wife is cooking, I'm still as happy as a kid on Christmas morning. I watch over the meat while Brandie takes care of the rest. We get everything ready and start to eat. I find it quite odd that my tortilla keeps ripping apart. No matter what I do, that sucker isn't staying together. Also, in tasting the tortilla, it is really stale. After being a bit confused, since I saw Brandie come in with a fresh thing of tortillas, I asked to find out that I'm eating the old ones, from "a month or so ago." Since Chef G's taco speciality is rarely produced, I already looking forward to the next round of stale tortillas. :)

Speaking of quick dinners, you will find a current shot of our freezer to the right. We have lean cuisine pizza, chicken, lean cuisine chicken panini, and again, lean cuisine pizza. This is not an exaggeration at all. After having consumed two month old tortillas and three week old milk recently, I'm slowly learning that my options in the freezer are not that bad at all.

If we ever have kids, we both agree that they are going to starve. :)