pooh bear Posted July 12, 2011 Share Posted July 12, 2011 I made some Deviled eggs yesterday, first time I have ever made them. Dh has been asking me to make them, so I made 24, hoping they would turn out OK. I ate about 2 of them, and they were very tasty. Dh kept popping in and out of the kitchen all afternoon, "just to try one more egg, to make sure they tasted good." When I went to bed last night there were 3 left, and I woke to find this email from dh. I stood in the kitchen last night looking down at the deviled eggs on the counter, my mouth watering, wanting to eat them. But no, I thought to myself, Sarah might want to have a couple more. She did after all make them with her own two hands and I with my gluttonous demeanor had eaten most of them earlier in the day. Would it be fair, I asked myself, to eat the last three and leave an empty bowl for my Love? No, it would not. The problem was I asked myself that question at 11:00 pm. I didn't realize how long their flavor would linger in my mouth. My taste buds demanding to be satiated once more. I walked to the kitchen and made myself a sandwich to placate my cravings. Ham and cheese? Not the same as a finely crafted deviled egg but it would have to do. Those were my thoughts at 12:30 am. It's now 1:45 am and the deviled eggs are edging back into my mind. Laying in bed I roll over and try to think of other things. Nothing seemed to take my mind off the eggs. I thought of work, bills, raking leaves and other things to no avail. Now my brain is working on what way would be the fastest and quietest route to the fridge and not bother your guard dogs. Do I walk like I normally do and hope the dogs will recognize my foot steps or do I take no chances and tip toe my way in, hoping that they don't hear and alert you to an intruder? **** those eggs! I'm not hungry but I want them. They call to me. **** them! Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Lara in Colo Posted July 12, 2011 Share Posted July 12, 2011 How sweet of him to confess his inner turmoil! How wonderfully afirming this must be for you to be assured of your skill in the kitchen! I hope this keeps a smile on your face all day. Lara Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Melinda Posted July 12, 2011 Share Posted July 12, 2011 hahaha...he ate 22 eggs yesterday? That's amazing! Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
LaxMom Posted July 12, 2011 Share Posted July 12, 2011 :lol: that's so funny! It's nice to hear such spousal torment. I have that problem with ham salad from the Amish market. It's like crack. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Legomom Posted July 12, 2011 Share Posted July 12, 2011 That gave me a good chuckle this morning! Thanks for sharing! Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
pooh bear Posted July 12, 2011 Author Share Posted July 12, 2011 I have that problem with ham salad from the Amish market. It's like crack. That must be some good ham salad! Best not let my dh near it. :D Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
justamouse Posted July 12, 2011 Share Posted July 12, 2011 :lol::lol::lol: How cute is that! I think he deserves another plate. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
5kidsforME Posted July 12, 2011 Share Posted July 12, 2011 That is hilarious and sweet! Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
AnthemLights Posted July 12, 2011 Share Posted July 12, 2011 That's so funny and your DH sounds like my DH. He says he could live on deviled eggs. :D Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
mirandahoops Posted July 12, 2011 Share Posted July 12, 2011 :lol::lol::lol: How cute is that! I think he deserves another plate. :iagree: And what a great writer he is! I can get one word responses from my dh if I'm really lucky. Or maybe a nod and quick glance in my direction, but never anything written! ;) Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Mrs_JWM Posted July 12, 2011 Share Posted July 12, 2011 That's what I've always imagined happened to William Carlos William's wife; she probably came down for breakfast to find his poem propped up on the kitchen table: "This Is Just To Say" I have eaten the plums that were in the icebox and which you were probably saving for breakfast. Forgive me they were delicious so sweet and so cold. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Mrs Mungo Posted July 12, 2011 Share Posted July 12, 2011 That's what I've always imagined happened to William Carlos William's wife; she probably came down for breakfast to find his poem propped up on the kitchen table That is exactly what I thought! :D Something I made myself though, that would make me happy that it was so tempting. :lol: Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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