"I'd really like my own recipe box."
This is a bizarre request considering Ken is the chef around here. The man cooks every night. He never uses a recipe. He reads some books on technique from time to time. But I can think of one time he used a recipe. To make 3-Layer Coconut Cake. Yummmmm.
We've been married 7 years and I don't think I've made dinner even 10 times.
Eh... no one wants to eat what I cook. Except for me. I could have frozen pizzas or hot dogs every night.
So, when I told Ken I wanted a recipe box he raised an eyebrow. And scoffed.
I explained that even though I didn't make a lot there were some things I did make that I always had to call my mom to get the recipe. And I wanted my own little collection locked nicely in a secure hand held vault. You know, to feel like I belonged in the kitchen. Even though I don't.
So- wouldn't you know it... this morning I went downstairs and there for my Valentine's pleasure was my very own recipe box, complete with index cards, and one recipe from Kenmo.
Isn't he perfect for me?
Now, Where's my chef's hat and apron? Looks like I'm in charge of dinner tonight.
7 comments:
Oh my. Be still my heart. That is soooo sweet! Well done, Kenmo!
Freakin' awesome! That's mine kind if recipe.
OMGoodness that is the cutest thing ever.
Just adorable. He's a keeper. :)
That is so cute. I love hearing about all the cute stuff people are doing for each other today.
SO AWESOME!
I pretend to cook, and they pretend to like it. What I really need is the apron that says "Many men have eaten here, few have died."
OH... and I need your email address for the giveaway.
That is so cute! haha Happy Valentines day to you! :)
I can't believe Ken cooks so much. John and I have been married 37 years and he is actually starting to cook breakfast once in awhile. That is amazing.
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