Both my husband and I love cooking, as you can probably tell from our partial cookbook collection. These are the ones we use regularly, as well as a shelf of cooking magazines. There are some fanshy-shmanshy ones still in a box in the attic--rarely used these days. Sigh. Now that I'm working from home full time, and hubby's off work, he has taken on the cooking routine, and I'm the beneficiary. Last night and tonight's left overs? Polynesian beef. Yummer! I'm a lucky woman!
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You definately are a lucky woman. If I ever get married again, I want him to love cooking. Among other things. Like....nice, happy, rich...:)
You are lucky!
65 days down; 300 to go?
Lucy: LOL! Good luck with that. I've got the cooking and (mostly) nice. Not sure about the happy, and DEFINITELY not rich. Maybe we can Frankenstein the perfect man.
Maureen: Very lucky. It is sooo nice not having to think about meals every day. Now if I could just get him to do some housework... LOL Ah well--can't have everything. ARGH on the 300 days left! I mean, I can feel pretty good about 65, but I'm going to run out of ideas fast--and winter is coming on. There are going to be a lot of everyday objects coming up, methinks.
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