Feed him

So, I joke with my girlfriends about the 3 F's of keeping your man happy (or rather, the 3 F's of getting whatever you want). One day I'll tell you about them, as a public service, because everyone ends up happy and no part of it involves nagging, stalking or any other whackjob ish. As for today, i'll just tell you about one of them. Feed Him.

As you can probably guess, that means I've been cooking...Everything - chicken, steak, quiche, lamb, reductions, cakes, muffins, cheesecake, all from scratch and whether I feel like it or not. Because if we're going to eat, we might as well eat well.

And people that knew me in grad school as the take out queen, are a bit shocked to see this new domestic goddess...but they shouldn't be. Everyone knows about diamonds being a girl's best friend, but what they don't know is that for a carat and a half, flawless, in the ~blue box~ you really can turn a <party girl> into a housewife...

indeed.