...that I was married to Bobby Flay?
Explanation: One of our friends hosted a potluck dinner last night. We were invited earlier this week and we were instructed to bring a dish that is native to wherever we're from. So I plan on making fried okra and sweet tea.
Then late Thursday night (approximately 10:30 p.m.) John asks, "should I make peach cobbler or barbecue?" My answer: neither. I thought that one dish and beverage per couple was enough, apparently my over-achiever husband did not agree. I tell him that they sound like pretty difficult dishes to make (seeing as he's never made anything more complicated than macaroni and cheese from a box). I think this has been mentioned before...we're both stubborn. So after I tell him that I don't think he should/could make them of course that means he has to! At 11:00 p.m. he goes to the grocery store to gather his ingredients. I'm a little worried because that's my kitchen and he doesn't even know where the flour is located (duhhhh). Needless to say I came home last night and the house smelled wonderful (and seemingly nothing was ruined). Both of his dishes were huge hits! I'm so proud of my Bobby Flay :)