I'm a lucky woman. My husband follows me around malls, the grocery store, the book store...he even waits in the Man Chair while I'm trying on clothes every season. So I think it's only fair that every now and again I throw him a bone.
No, this is not a post about weird sexual stuff. This is a post about the things we do for love. Okay, sometimes sexual stuff is included, but this is not one of those posts, get your minds out of the gutter, mmmkay?
When we first started dating, my then-new-boyfriend cooked for me. Steaks on the grill, mashed potatoes, green beans (although he abstained...he swore he was allergic to veggies), rice...he went all out. Didn't let me help. I thought I'd died and gone to heaven because I didn't cook. I was okay with a jar of spaghetti sauce or boring eggs and toast but, at that point, it didn't get much better than that. We had a few more dates and one Sunday he decided to cook again.
He pulled out a strange looking contraption, grabbed a few slices of bread, some cheese and ham slices and proceeded to stack them up inside and then shut the lid. I had no clue what was going on so I read the directions. I learned that this magical being was a fried sandwich maker which doubled as an oh-so-cool dessert maker. In addition to sandwiches, you could shove in a slice of bread, a can of apple pie filling and you'd have instant apple pie. I had no clue that things like this existed but as a non-chef, I decided to withhold my judgment.
The sandwiches were actually good. The instant apple pie tasted like a$$. (I actually tried the apple pie thing on my own because at this point, in addition to being allergic to veggies, I learned that my future husband was also allergic to fruits. It's a family illness, he got it from his father.) Unfortunately, the sandwich maker was not a good traveller and somewhere between our move to Kansas City and Nebraska it broke.
Oh, the sorrow in our house when he plugged in the magic maker and it didn't heat up. Me? I figure I can do the same thing in a regular fry pan, but apparently 'regular' grilled cheese doesn't compare for my husband. For the next few years he looked valiantly for a new sandwich maker, but no luck.
This week, wandering through WalMart, he grabbed my arm and nearly ripped it out of the socket. He jumped up and down and pointed and got all drooly because....Rival has started making fried sandwich makers! And our WalMart carries them! And they only cost $6! Oh, can we get one! (not a typo, he didn't ask and yes, those exclamation points are needed because that is how he was talking! And he got bebe excited! And she pointed and she jabbered and 'please mommyd' me!)
The thing I did for love? Before he could come down from his magic sandwich maker high, I put one in our cart and then added a second...just in case. Yesterday he made me a grilled cheese in his new sandwich maker. It tasted exactly like a grilled chees from the stove, but I played along with his 'mmmmms' and 'ahhhs' and 'these are so much betters'.
Life is good again in our house. At least until we destroy two more sandwich makers...Posted By: Kristina Knight @ 3:52:35 AM