he's HOT in the kitchen

It was clearly stated in the seller's disclosure,  "Can't cook, can't sew, can't help future offspring with math homework . . ." and yet he still married me.

One evening I found him sewing a button on his temple pants.  It had been missing for months.  I guess he wanted his pants to stay up for the General Authority session he would be helping with the next day.  A few days later he was sitting at the kitchen table sewing an unraveled seam on his black suit.  I don't even know where he found the needle and thread.

And in the cooking realm?  The man is genius.  Better  yet, he ENJOYS cooking.  He has stacks and stacks of Cooking Light magazines that he sits at the counter thumbing through as if it were Sports Illustrated or Golf Digest.  He worked up the menu for this week, all recipes out of the afore mentioned magazine:  Maple-Glazed Salmon, Smothered Pork Chops with Thyme, Jack Quesadillas with Cranberry Salsa, Grilled Romaine with Blue Cheese Dressing . . .  Monday he whipped up Sauteed Chicken Breasts with Balsamic Vinegar Pan Sauce.  He even introduced the young ones to polenta for the first time.  

Last night I was determined to cook.  I even called our neighbor and offered to take dinner over.  I had just gathered all the needed ingredients when my sweetheart walked through the door.  He quickly changed out of his suit and got to business at the stove.  Oh well.  I had done more than usual to contribute to the evening meal.  I decided to make myself useful and ran to the store for some hot french bread.  I was surrounded by men who where picking up "this and that" for their wives.  

I smiled to myself . . . and hurried home to kiss the cook.