When Kurt and I first started dating, years and years ago, I was a young 21 year old. My idea of making dinner was heating the oven and putting a Tombstone pizza on a pan. He never acted like it bothered him that I didn't cut vegetables, nevermind ever put them into some kind of recipe...but I grew up. It started small, oven-baked chicken, french onion soup and the ever succulent herb-roasted turkey. But now I seem to be making everything from scratch, and you know what? I love it! So does my man.
Yesterday morning when he came to bed at 6:30am, and I was getting ready to get up (well at least thinking about it), we discussed what was on the menu for dinner. I had already decided we were having eggs and was telling him of my plans to shred some potatoes and make some fried hashbrowns, scramble the eggs with cheese and bacon and make some toast. We both drooled on our pillows a little thinking about a dinner that was hours away.
Needless to say once we were sitting down with some brown crusty hashbrowns and cheesy oniony scrambled eggs, we were not disappointed. In fact this morning Kurt was still talking about those hashbrowns, telling me I could make them again any time I feel like it. I never heard a reaction about one of those frozen cardboard pizza's the day after.
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