Bread from Heaven

Some people say that marriage is more like a marathon than a sprint. If that’s the case, I won the bread portion of our marathon a few weeks ago.

For a long time, I have wanted us to get a breadmaker. Since I would have very little to do with the actual machine, the decision didn’t rest with me. I knew I would enjoy the end product, but that didn’t carry enough weight.

Maria insisted we didn’t need some contraption to make bread. She could make bread just fine on her own. And she could.

A New Discovery

I went to the store earlier in the week to buy some supplies. Maria and Bridget left me to my own devices for a few days. That means one thing – grilling.

Well, it also means video games, staying up too late, not making the bed, drinking beer, playing music louder than usual and yelling at the TV at the top of my lungs, but grilling might be my favorite part.

When they are away, I can take my time cooking and try a few new things. That’s why I couldn’t resist buying Buffalo chicken sausage when I saw them at the grocery store the other night.

Power to the People

I had off yesterday, so Maria and I decided to go out to lunch while Bridget was at Girl Scout camp. The night before there was an interesting story in…

Keep It Simple, Stupid

I had to go to a lunch presentation for work the other day. Everyone loves a free lunch, right? Wrong.

I could barely recognize the stuff that filled my plate as a proper lunch. I should have expected as much when I saw the “salad” that started the meal – a bunch of spinach leaves and a few stray onions. I don’t eat many salads, but I don’t know how that can qualify as food. First off, it’s not a salad unless it has croutons. And spinach can’t ever serve as the primary attraction in any food.

Mac Attack

I came home from work the other night and found Maria in the kitchen fixing dinner. Like most nights, I asked her what she was making. This time, she gave me an answer that scared me. “It’s a surprise.”

Uh oh.