I've never cared about labels for these essays. But recently I've been covetous of other blog formats with slick buttons for different topics. I could have a button for unschooling. One for cows. One for Mommy's infantile and ego-ill need for attention. And one, with thanks to Supernatural, called Pictures Of My Soup. This post is filed under Pictures of My Soup, for sure.
I came home this weekend and found Ry rolling fresh homemade spinach pasta with her Dad. Her Dad, the man of my dreams. Because, did you hear me? I said, Fresh Homemade Spinach Pasta, I came home (as in, I was OUT and then came back) and they were making it! All I was required to do was make the decision: butter or sauce (homemade of course,) then sit and eat. He said, "look, it looks like a mermaid's kitchen!" I love that man. I need a button for true love as well. I guess we could file this one either way.
4 comments:
Oh how lovely. Funny thing that my husband is the only one to have taken on the task here so far. He makes gnocchi that's to die for. I don't *love* pasta but fresh and homemade is so wonderful.
How lucky you are!
Wow! He certainly sounds like a keeper.
I hope you gave him a little something special tonight during "Business Hours." ;-)
How sweet! That definitely makes you want to return home from your travels :)
It's because he's a LIBRARY dude. Library Dudes are SO cool.
I wonder if the story your kids tell one day will start with "There once was a man who infiliterated a mermaid kitchen...this is his story.."
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