It finally happened.
It took three years of marriage. Things were going so well.
I made something for dinner that my husband couldn't eat.
I knew this day would come... but did it have to come while I'm all emotional and 6 months pregnant? DID IT?
Before I realized the extent of my dinner fail, I took a sample bowl of potato disaster in for my sweet, unsuspecting husband to try.
I saw it. As soon as his lips hit the spoon: he had to make a decision. Either eat this "soup" and destroy the lining of his stomach, or tell me the truth. I think he made the right call... because as soon as I tasted the "soup", I prepared to toss ALL of it out. The look in his eye was really priceless, though. He was afraid to tell me. Rightfully so... I mean, I can't blame the guy.
He followed me into the kitchen saying "I'm sorry". That sweet man was sorry that I screwed up dinner because he knew *I* was upset. He was sorry he couldn't fake it.
This recipe wasn't a slight one. This recipe was going to feed us tonight AND tomorrow: it was enough soup for a family of 12. Equally as frustrating, was the fact that I tore my kitchen up... I used the crock-pot as mentioned (during my lunch break I put the whole thing together), I used a giant pot, the food processor, and multiple stirring/mixing utensils.
The conversation following my attempt not to cry while standing over my range:
Me: I'm going to Arby's
JD: I can go to Arby's and you can see all the cute trick-or-treaters
Me: I don't want to put a bra back on ::doorslam::
Because I would rather the Arby's employee see me like this.. not the children. Although, it is an evening for freaking kids out.... I don't want to scare them in THAT way.
You know what's hard? Angrily driving away on Halloween. It's tricky to dodge all of the pedestrians with their bags of candy. So I had to angrily drive about 5 miles an hour to get out of my neighborhood. Once I was on the home stretch to Arby's I was going AT LEAST 25.... (Arby's is really just on the outside of our neighborhood).
Pinterest. I blame Pinterest. Sometimes that super easy crock-pot recipe that looks too good to be true really is just that.
So, now my house is basically bursting with garlic scented fumes (not the holiday scented glade plug-ins that I just bought...).... and we had to eat Arby's for dinner. My poor fetus had Arby's for dinner. I don't feel so bad for JD. He loves Arby's.
By the time I got home, JD had cleaned the kitchen. Have I mentioned how great he is? He is really great. I don't know what he did with all of the kitchen paraphernalia so quickly... for all I know the crock pot, giant pot of soup and the food processor are all sitting in the backyard. I don't care: I didn't have to look at it again.
