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#347: Dark Chocolate May 12, 2012

I love dark chocolate for two reasons:

  1. it’s delicious, complex, a little bitter, and not too sweet
  2. my husband doesn’t like it

No matter how long I leave it hanging around, I know he won’t eat it.  🙂




#340: My husband thinks Indian food tastes better when he’s not there May 5, 2012

I love Indian food.  It’s probably my favorite cuisine.  Next would be Ethiopian and Italian.  Then everything else.  There are not many foods I don’t like.  My husband will eat Indian food but he doesn’t love it.  We’ve been many times but I am realizing  that it’s best not to ask him to go with me.  I have plenty of opportunities to eat Indian with friends or by myself.  The other day I had lunch at an Indian place in Bethesda.  I really enjoyed it.  I thought how lucky

Indian food set

Indian food set (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

my husband was that he didn’t have to go.

Marriage doesn’t mean that you have to do EVERYTHING together.  We may be two souls that meet as one but we are also individual people and Indian food does not have to be part of our marriage.


#297: My Husband’s Fried Fish March 23, 2012

The other afternoon my husband called me at work and said, “How do you want me to cook the fish.”  We had thawed some fish. Of course, what I should have answered was “Bake it.”  Instead, I said, “You can fry it.”  And he did.  My husband makes the most awesome fried fish (and fried chicken and fried pork chops). You get the idea.  Anyway, the fish looked lovely frying in the pan in all that magnificent grease!  I just had to take a picture but I don’t think I did it justice.

I know, frying is not good.  But every once in a while…  🙂


#296: Birthday Dinners March 22, 2012

One of the things you get to do as a married couple is to celebrate milestones and other important events together.  Birthdays, anniversaries, promotions, etc.  My husband recently celebrated his 50th birthday.  That’s a big one.  We went to one of his favorite restaurants, Red Lobster.  Of course, I had to take a few pictures of the food!


#288: Blackberry Smoothie March 14, 2012

I am a smoothie lover.  I like all kinds: banana, spinach & fruit, peanut butter chocolate, pumpkin,  You name it – the skies the limit.  My husband is a bit more selective.  His favorite is the classic Banana-Strawberry.

One day I made a banana-blackberry smoothie.  I loved the texture of the seeds.  I handed a glass to my husband.  He probably asked what kind is it as he suspiciously looked at the color.  I probably said “Just try it,” wanting him to get his anti-oxidants.

He took a sip and said, ” You put little rocks in here.”

Smoothie og kaffe

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#284: Short Stack March 10, 2012

My husband tells me what I need to hear and makes me laugh.

I’ve gained a few pounds and have been trying to lose them.  Not too long ago was free short stack of pancakes day at IHOP.  I told my husband that we should go. We decided against it because I was already late for work and I knew there would be lines. When I was done getting dressed I walked over to him pointing out that I had lost a few pounds in my tummy but had a few more pounds to go.  He looked at me and said, “Maybe you shouldn’t have that short stack.” 🙂

Banana on Pancake

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#282: Chicken-fried Steak March 8, 2012

When I was last in Memphis, I was at breakfast looking at a menu.  Here’s the text I sent my husband:

Chicken-fried rib-eye on menu.  Thinking of you.


Chicken fried steak

Chicken fried steak (Photo credit: Kent Wang)


#278: How we met March 4, 2012

My husband and I met online.  At first I didn’t like the way it sounded.  I am a romantic and meeting online doesn’t sound organic enough.  Honestly, I’d always wanted to meet at a coffee shop.  Turns out we did.  We did meet online, City Paper.  But, we physically met at the Starbucks near my old apartment.

I went on City Paper one time.  I think I spent $5.00 to view the ads.  My screen name was Artsy.  My husband’s name was Othello Seeks Desdemona.  One of my co-workers said to me, “Does that mean he’s looking for a white girl?”  🙂  He wasn’t.

I didn’t even search for him.  While I was searching, random shots of people would flash on my computer screen.  A picture of my husband on a tennis court popped up and I liked what I saw.  It was like God flashed his picture on my screen.

I sent him a “flirt.”  He wrote back.  We chatted online.  Then we exchanged emails.  Then we talked on the phone for a couple of weeks.  Our first date was coffee.  At Starbucks.  It was St. Patrick’s Day, 2006.  I walked in and he was already there. I walked over and we had coffee.  Because that went well we went to dinner at a nearby Italian restaurant.  He dropped his fork.  We hit it off.

He walked me back to my building.  We sat on the couch in the lobby of my building.  I told him I liked him.  I said, “I like you.”  I still do. 🙂

Our second and third dates were church-related.  Second date was a church auction.  Third date was a Sunday service.

Now, I don’t care how we met.  It was how we were supposed to meet.  It was how God designed it.  There is no better architect.

Starbucks in Brisbane

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#277: He is tied to my apron strings March 3, 2012

Woman from behind, wearing apron tied in bow.

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I always know where to find my husband.  He is usually at home.  He is a homebody.  If he’s not at home, he’s at work.  He doesn’t smoke or drink.  He doesn’t go to bars or clubs.  He doesn’t gamble or cheat.  I’m never sitting at home wondering where he is.  I am grateful.  He doesn’t bring any drama.  That is a good thing. He used to worry that he was boring.  Lack of drama does not equal boring. If I want drama, I can watch a movie. I’ve had enough drama in my life, thank you very much.

In many ways he is tied to my apron strings.  But in a good way.  I don’t dominate or control him by any means.  He is tied there because he likes to be around me.  And he knows that if my apron is on, I am cooking and there will be something to eat. 🙂


#270: Kitchen Table February 23, 2012

If the kitchen is the heart of a house, the kitchen table is the heartbeat.  

I love a kitchen table.  When we first moved into our house, we didn’t think we had room for a kitchen table.  We don’t have much cabinet space so we opted for an open shelved pantry instead.  After being here almost a year, I just couldn’t take it any more.  I longed for a kitchen table.

One day I came home from work and my husband had set one up.  It made me so happy!  It’s tiny and cozy and oh so sweet.  We all love it.  Even the cats!  🙂