Having a wife would make my life so much easier.
I definitely should get one of those maids/cooks.

Talk about bring home the bacon, fry it up in a pan … well, really, Beau fried the bacon.


I did the horrendous job of chopping, without whining or crying, mind you. (Note I’m still dressed in my work clothes, which included high-heeled boots … that was for the husband too. I mean, what man doesn’t like a well-dressed broad in the kitchen cooking up his meal. This is a rare occurrence.)

It was like having a real 1950s housewife in the house. Resemblance? I think so.


I present to you … Coq au vin.
(which should definitely be started before 5:30 p.m.)

For the recipe, you know who to visit … need I say her name?

OK. Pioneer Woman.

I really love this woman.

I received this in the mail yesterday …
… and my heart got all aflutter thinking about reading through it last night.

I literally had an internal struggle about doing my Bible reading versus the cookbook. No lie.

The book of Galatians won out, but I did sneak a few peaks at the other book.