...being picked up after a long day at work, and coming home to pan-seared butterfish served on a bed of sauteed kale, mushrooms, and bacon. Lordy, lordy, was it good.
Should I even mention the cone of Rocky Road we shared afterwards?
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A great ending to the day. You are loved!
Posted by: millicent | July 10, 2007 at 05:33 PM
Love ... coming home after a full day of exams on your birthday to find a beautiful bouquet of tulips on the dinning table with a plate of nice juicy steak and my favourite sauce and salad waiting for me - all made by my better who even serve me wine and bought yummy desserts from our favourite bakery and feed and put baby to bed. :) Aren't they such sweeties.
Posted by: The Cooking Ninja | July 11, 2007 at 01:20 AM
Swoon. ;)
Posted by: Tiffany | July 11, 2007 at 09:58 AM
Love is also coming home after a long day at at the office and whipping up a batch of homemade pasta for an open face mushroom and bacon lasagne from scratch, or perhaps roasting a pork belly, mashing potatoes and steaming sorrel for dinner. That's the way round that 'Love Is...' works in our household.
But at least I have control. I am not happy if I am not in control of my kitchen. perhaps 'Love His' that he has worked that distinction out.
xxx
Posted by: sam | July 11, 2007 at 12:09 PM
Mom -- I am!
Cooking Ninja -- Wowza!
Tiffany -- I know, right?
Sam -- you are too cute! I thought the card he gave you for your birthday (or was it before surgery?) was sweetness personified.
Posted by: Catherine | July 11, 2007 at 04:05 PM
Mr. FM rocks!
Posted by: Cynthia | July 11, 2007 at 07:35 PM
Awww. That makes me happy to hear.
Posted by: Tea | July 13, 2007 at 05:17 PM