… if you’re rushing home from work to slip into a pretty dress, but you’re not going out, because your husband has already started the rosemary foccacia and chopped the ingredients for your sausage and parmesan risotto, which will be served alongside a delicious herb-crusted chicken breast, all part of a dinner tied together with a decent bottle of bold Argentine Malbec, and after you’ve savoured all this you’re working together to make a flourless chocolate cake and finish the evening with some BBC Pride & Prejudice and a sweet Madeira, that pretty much means …
… you’ve got it made, baby. MADE.
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It does. Good on you for knowing it, kiddo, and for being grateful out loud.
Have a wonderful night and a spectacular weekend. It’s well-deserved for both of you.
Yay, married life is grand. My husband and I made a homemade pizza last night (it was awesome), had some Pinot Noir from Italy and watched Life is Beautiful. We love our foreign film/food Friday nights.
Cheers!
I swear, reading this blog is going to inspire me to elope with my boyfriend when we’re only 18.. Stop it, Krissa! You’re a bad influence!
And that dinner sounds absolutely mouth-watering.
I’m thinking you have got it made, baby. I’m totally jealous; you two are lucky to have each other. Even if you do hate Boston!
Lauren – we at petit Hiboux do not endorse elopement. You don’t get NEARLY enough good presents.
Wow, you do have it made! Yay for the outward realization. And also, what is it about the British boys? They love to cook from scratch and are magnificent at it! That is how my monkey swept me off my feet. Fresh pesto. Cannot be beat.