The doc is in the house - or at least his boat load of prescription pills and warning to rest, drink lots of liquids, and get well. Thank you Bloggers for pushing me out the door. With Eric traveling again, I find the loneliness setting in and all of those feelings of being "not enough" worming their way into my head. Being stuck in bed, my mind plays tricks and I double think everything, making me a self conscious and insecure blubbery mess. So, rather than go down that road, I'll tell you a story about our holiday when my darling man was home!
We met at the international market and Eric agreed to teach me how to make his coveted top secret family recipe. Like we were truly on a top secret mission, we stalked the meat counter and found just the right cut of pork. Then we slithered through rows and rows of hanging herbs, freshly pulled vegetables, and sun baked seasoning. The instructions were handed off to me in the checkout line, on a crumpled sheet of white printer paper; many of the typed ingredients altered by handwritten notes. A little more of this, a pinch less of that, double up or double down depending on the size; all perfected over years of time honored tradition.
At the house, I carefully arranged each meticulously selected item on the counter, ready to rinse, peal, and chop before sending the dish into the oven.
"Hey," I exclaimed, holding up a brand new rather heavy wooden spoon. "Is this part of the recipe?!" I hadn't noticed the man adding that little item to our shopping cart.
Eric grinned and snatched the implement out of my hand. He landed a quick swat to my jeans and reminded me that this was his secret family recipe.
"The secret is in the sauce," he said, "and this my friend, is going to ensure that your saucey mouth stays in check while you create this delectable masterpiece."
My husband is adorable. He's a total gentleman, smart, and as squared away as they come; but he is also just downright adorable. I love the way his nose crinkles and his eyes sparkle when he laughs. I love how he listens intently when I'm feeling sad; and then immediately gives me the opposite answer of what he knows I want, just to make me sputter. Anyway....somebody is missing her husband!!
We were expecting a group of ten for dinner and I'm really not much of a cook but Eric was convinced and convincing, I might add, that I could pull this off. Let me tell you, the wooden spoon was not listed on the instructions but was certainly a large part of the process. Suffice it to say, my ass got whacked throughout the prep, my butt got paddled during the production, and my there was a whole lot of spanking when it came time for clean up. The night ended with a magnificent meal and an all around lovely evening.
Want to write more and in greater detail but keep having coughing fits so I'm giving up and going to sleep. Take care Bloggers! I'm on the mend and working my way back to you.