Sometimes life gets busy. No, not too busy for food (not in my life), but so busy that the important details pass you by. Last week I returned from three days of backpacking in the woods to find my camera perched on the kitchen counter, like it had just been taking blog photos while I was gone. I looked through the photos and saw that while I was eating unmentionable camping food, B had taken over blog photo duty and grilled himself a little treat.
What has this got to do with being busy?
As I admired the steak photos–everything’s better in bacon–I realized what a great foodie man I have.I thought back to when I first met him. He claimed to hate pasta and Chinese food. It’s really pretty amazing we made it a month. But luckily I’ve never been one to give up and once I learned that the only Chinese food he’d had involved a buffet in DuPont, Washington, I remedied the situation. I smiled to myself, remembering this, now two years later he dives into hot pot and dan dan mien with as much zeal as I do…TWO YEARS LATER! Suddenly it hit me. I’d forgotten our anniversary.
So B, I’m sorry. I wish I could have been there for you to make me bacon wrapped steak and nitter kibe potatoes. Perhaps we can celebrate another time–but let’s stick with your fancy home cooking, because I saw the honey and napkins from your other dinner while I was gone. Thank’s Ezell’s Fried Chicken, for feeding my boyfriend.
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