The Mr. had a birthday last week. At our house, when it's your birthday, you get to pick your birthday meal. But it's the Mr. He usually doesn't have a preference. So I picked his birthday meal. When I told him, he whinned like a 2 year old that it was " his " birthday meal. " He " gets to pick! Really! Because I had a good birthday meal all picked out for the Mr. But NOOOOOOO ! He gets to pick! He picked his usual: Creamy Poblano Chicken over Cornwaffles with a salad and blackberry cobbler. But I hate making blackberry cobbler the way he likes it. And since his birthday, I've sworn off making anymore cobblers the way he likes cobblers. Let me make cobblers they way I know how and lets all be happy! There! That feels better! So, since I didn't get to make the Mr. the birthday meal I was going to make for him on his birthday, I made it a different day. It was so yummy! It smelled so great cooking. And ta...
"She watches over the affairs of her household and does not eat the bread of idleness."