After 9 PM, the house is finally quiet and peaceful. I’ve been in the kitchen for an hour, organizing, cleaning, and scrubbing... until the whole place smells fresh as a daisy 🌸. I set up my mate kit, heated up the kettle, and opened my phone to do some scrolling.
By the third cup of mate 🧉, he blindsides me with a sentence that shook me to my core:
"So, what’s for dinner, beautiful?"
I swallowed hard. My nerves went into overdrive and my head started spinning, but I sucked it up and replied perfectly calm:
"Whatever your heart desires, honey!"
"I want something special."
At this point, I could literally feel steam coming out of my ears 🔥. But I kept my fake-innocent smile, looked at him, and asked in a shaky voice:
"Something special like what?"
"How about we watch a cooking video?"
I kept that same smile plastered on my face, even though my blood was boiling. I just wanted to see how this horror movie ends.
The video was by some struggling amateur chef who only owned two pots, three spoons, and four plates. He was cooking right next to the sink and couldn't even put a sentence together. But my husband decided we should watch him to show some support.
The recipe was Fettuccine Alfredo. We started the video, and it was a total trainwreck from step one. The more the chef messed up his kitchen, the more I imagined my own kitchen getting trashed, and I literally felt like I couldn't breathe. After thirty minutes of pure yapping, the video ended and the dish was done 🍜.
He looks at me, fully confident, expecting me to go whip it up real quick.
And that’s when I hit him with a reality check:
"Babe, we don’t have any of these ingredients except for the pasta."
He replies with total (sweetness and affection):
"And you’ve been sitting there quiet for an hour?! Come on, get a move on! Go make a pot of tea, grab some leftovers, and scramble some eggs."
"With a dash of cumin, right?!" 🥹
His eyes totally lit up, and he said:
"Yes! But keep the yolks runny!"