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. …Continue reading
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. …Continue reading
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. …Continue reading
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?
It never ceases to amaze me just how quickly Mr. P can fall asleep. It takes me a while to shut off my brain, relax, and go to sleep, but for Mr. P it’s almost instantaneous. He reminds me of Garfield. He’ll tell me he’s tired and before that sentence is even over, he’s full out snoring. Oh yeah, that “Z” at the end should be a really loud snoring sound. …Continue reading
Does this happen to you? Despite having moved in 8 months ago, Mr. P still maneuvers around the kitchen like it’s his first time. I really don’t even know how he makes himself a meal in there when I’m not around. He doesn’t seem to know where any of the utensils are, he never puts cleaned tableware away, etc. Happy Thursday everyone!
Is there a term for the slight jealousy/hurt feelings one experiences when their own parents give attention to their significant other? Mr. P developed a little bit of that recently when he found out his mom had bought me a nice raincoat. He spent the rest of the week touching it, complimenting it, and attempting to try it on. Silly silly. Happy Thursday everyone!
If you were looking for a comic Thursday and wondering what happened, this is why Mr. P was unable to get his comic done in time… …Continue reading
One of the perks of having a significant other is having someone that will finish the food you don’t want, right? At least that is how it is for Mr. P and me.
Rain in the summer is pretty rare in San Diego, though this summer we’ve had a few out-of-the-blue thunder and lightning storms. One of these storms happened over a weekend when we had plans that involved massive amounts of ice cream, shakes and shaved ice because of the hot weather during the week. So even though it was rainy and muggy, we forged ahead anyway, but the rain really sucked all the fun out of it…Luckily I had Mr. P to finish off my unwanted cold sweets.