Because apparently trying to feed Mr. P vegetables is the same as trying to kill him…
Mr. P often acts like a kid when it comes to vegetables. He freaks out about them, he complains, etc. What’s interesting is that he has no issues eating his vegetables when we are at a restaurant, but when we are at home he can be so difficult. I recently have been experimenting with some delicious cauliflower appetizers and this was his initial reaction. Happy Thursday everyone!
Since Mr. P doesn’t cook, his knowledge of kitchen items is limited to the very general form: pot, knife, etc. If I ask him for a bread knife, he won’t know what to hand me. We have a set of mini cocottes (casserole/dutch oven) which I love using for serving food. A mini one looks just like the full one except it’s tiny and only meant to be used for a bowl and not for actually putting on the stove and cooking with. Apparently Mr. P didn’t know the difference. (more…)
When you’re with someone, I think it’s inevitable you start picking up the others persons interests, hobbies, etc. Even if it’s something you care nothing about, you end up knowing a lot about it. Before meeting Mr. P, I had never watched a single Star Wars movie, didn’t know who was a DC versus a Marvel character, and didn’t watch anything on the Sci Fi channel. (more…)
Homemade pesto is so easy to make. All you need to do is throw a bunch of ingredients into a food processor. What really amazes me is that when you’re finished, the house smells like pesto, as if you had been cooking it over the stove.
Over the unusually warm summer, our basil plants really blossomed. We had more fresh herbs than we needed for garnish, so we made pesto with all the excess basil. (more…)
Mr. P used to always be mistaken for being much younger, but that’s almost completely stopped in the last few years (unless you count yesterday when a salesman asked him if his parents were home). I’m frequently finding white hairs on his scalp, at least one a day, sometimes more.
I know it’s irrational, but they freak me out. It makes me feel like the white hairs are being caused by stress from our marriage, even though I know it is more likely a genetic thing. Does anyone else respond this way to white hairs?