Strike that. What could be better than a home cooked nutritionally well-balanced meal?
Correction: A home cooked nutritionally balanced meal for which your only task is to sip cabernet and take candid photos?
I don’t mean to brag, but I’m really really good at sipping cabernet 😉
OK… I lied. There’s one more task: to oogle over the chef’s giant cannons.
Is it just me, or does his head look small next to that thing?!
And not to brag (AGAIN), but this is what it looks like when the BF slices the veggies for our salads:
Yes… I’m serious.
If you are feeling SUPER nice, you could set the table. But it’s your call, really.
All tagether nah:
More eye candy for your viewing pleasure:
I LOVE beans on salads.
But I REALLY REALLY love pasta:
And spicy chicken sausage:
Any tomato sauce with cheesy noodly goodness:
Now, how do I convince him to get to work in the kitchen EVERY night?