I know I promised the next two posts were going to be apples and pie crust. But I had to share.
I was sitting down to write the apple post and my wife asked me to make her some chicken salad. I had the laptop on the lap desk, my feet up on the table … I was all settled in!
“Oh, but you make it so much better. And I already set everything out for you.”
But … the lap desk … and … yes dear.
So I went into the kitchen and mixed up the
two cups of leftover chicken, diced
1/2 cup of mini dill pickles, diced
1/2 cup mayonnaise
and brought her a sandwich.
As she was eating, I told her, “You know this is totally going up on the web, right?”
“Yeah, whatever, just get me a cup of milk.”
“Yes dear.”
If you really want her happy — or if you want her to accept a really big apology — try the frozen chocolate truffle pie. I got some comments on it suggesting women would leave their husbands for this pie. (Please use these powers for good.)
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Ah yes, “You make it so much better.” I employ that to my advantage too. Usually for homemade hot chocolate and popcorn.
My mother also employs that tactic, damn her using my restaurant experience against me.
Nice Recipe Drew, I’m quite glad I subscribed.
Do they teach this stuff in Girl Scouts or something? Every time I tell this story women tell me, “Oh yeah, I do that all the time.” It’s a conspiracy, I tell ya.
I don’t recall any lessons in Girl Scouts about this particular topic, though I do remember getting some advice from my grandmother (who does not, by the way, cook like you), the quintessential Southern belle. She told me that I should wear lipstick and let my husband think that every good idea is his. I didn’t follow either of those suggestions, and yet managed to get married anyway. Then again, I bet my grandfather never expected my grandmother to mow the lawn, so maybe those Southern belles know a thing or two.
So no conspiracy, just a natural female talent for manipulation. What can I say? It’s a gift.