Tuesday, September 21

Medal Please...

The big squirrel wanted a medal tonight. While he has the chest for it - he only cooked dinner! Even the definition 'dinner' is questionable - it was eggs....
The lovely big squirrel seems to have an incurable case of antidomesticity. It is a degenerative disease where any domestic skills he had have slowly eroded away with no working memory of them even occuring.
While he has never been a masterchef, he did used to cook, but it has been a really really long time. Probably since we were married?? But tonight he took the first baby step towards a potential recovery. He cooked dinner for him and the boys. It did involve two trips the shops for the ingredients. (He forgot eggs the first time). I tried to stay out of it (as much as a controlling virgo can) but when it takes over 2 hours for eggs on toast, and the first thing you cook is the toast I can't help myself.
Having said that, he sat up and they all had a go at his traditional meal of eggs, hamsteak and tinned spagetti. Baby steps, baby steps.....

1 comment:

  1. i cant type from laughing. you wrote that so well. good on him for taking those baby steps

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