Table for two? Nope, steak dinner for one. Sad. Pathetic, really, what kind of wife am I? He even went to the store and bought it. Alone. Did I mention he is on crutches, too?
Here is the even more sad and pathetic show of how I suck as a wife, sometimes. He had store bought cake for his birthday cake. Which he bought himself. Sad.
Here's how I hoped he would look at it....mmmmmmm, steak and dessert, all of our dogs at my side, fork in one hand, tv remote in the other and my skinny arse in the recliner. Peace and quiet.
Here's the thing...I am taking a Fundamentals of Baking class at night. I like to think of it as a way to better our dream Bed and Breakfast, so really, I was out doing something for us. And after all, when I got home, I had all of these goodies, that I made in class.
Sesame Seed Bagels, lightly browned, and ever so tasty. Ever so not symmetrical. I mean seriously, look at the one at the bottom and then the one to its upper left. Nary a hole to be seen. Oh well. Still mighty tasty, especially toasted with butter (I can attest to that, as it was my breakfast).
Mr. Precious was a great sport, in all honesty, because he knew I would make it up to him, and oh boy, did I ever. With this GLORIOUS cake. I've made it for him before, so it was a special request.
Happy birthday, to the man I love and adore. I will bake for you until I die (or you, who ever comes first). Love, Precious