And he's been cooking every night. Which, on the one hand is glorious, as I can recline on the couch, sipping my water (oh, red wine, I miss you...) and watching illustrative shows such as Wife Swap.
On the other, I am probably going to be the only person who gains weight during a bout with The Mono. And my cholesterol? I don't even want to think about it.
Hubs is a meat & potatoes sort of guy, emphasis on the meat. The last time I actually used the kitchen, I made a light, summery pasta — very pretty, with all those red and yellow peppers. Hubs poked around his plate for a few minutes, then asked, "Shouldn't there be chicken or something in here?"
In the past week, Hubs has happily lugged home two bags of charcoal. I hear the back door open and shut, open and shut, as well as the cheerful clink of tongs.
Our menu these past few evenings?
New York strips.
Flank steak.
Venison.
And last night, this:
Now, I do love myself some steak. And, of course, the brats. But there's been nary a piece of chicken or fish in ... weeks? I am, of course, rendered too weak and delicate by The Mono to protest. And even if I did, Hubs would simply argue that I need my protein ... before he trotted back out to the deck with all his grilling paraphernalia.
And the dog? That furry little traitor has totally aligned herself with He-Who-Cooks-Meat. A scrap here, a scrap there and her allegiance has now been pledged to Hubs — the very man who ousted her from the bed and forbade any future pillow-humping.
Hubs walked by just now, and when I asked what was on the menu tonight, he laughed a triumphant laugh.
That means he's grilling. Again.
I do appreciate his efforts. But my weight... oh, my weight. Or maybe I'm just bitter because nothing I've made — not even homemade mac & cheese — has ever prompted the children to cheer as they do over Daddy's Deer Spaghetti.
Hmph.
12 comments:
ahhh, summer wouldn't be the same without a juicy bbq'd steak eaten outside on the patio. But wait! Did I miss something? Why no red wine? Are you preggo??
No, not expecting!
Apparently, you're not supposed to drink if you have adult mono because your liver often is affected by the illness.
So, up on the wagon I went.
Oh when men cook...
I like to try and remind mine that fish is awesome on the grill, but he always interprets that as "Steak tonight, honey?"
Hmm. There may be something wrong with me. In our household, it is me that loves steaks and grilling meat on the BBQ. My husband occasionally says wistfully "Maybe some fish would be nice one day..."
So funny. I thought the same thing about the red wine at first, but then remembered the mono. I hope there's some wine and fish in your near future.
that's exactly what would happen if i let my husband run the kitchen. meat, meat, oh, and more meat :)
Ummm, Tonga want food. Meat good. Man no like veggies.
I'm laughing at the thought of your dog hamming it up at the grill every night!
LOL!
Well...perhaps the protein is good for you, but after a while, all that hard-to-digest red meat would cause me some trouble other than weight gain.
My husband also grills everyting, LOL. Fine by me. :)
Can you take garlic supplements with mono? It really does help lower the ol' cholesterol. Garlique is a good one because it's odorless.
Those brats - on a hot summer night with some watermelon and a good salad - that looks soooo good.
i can almost smell it from here.
plus, i hear mono burns a LOT of calories, sister...
I tell you. I hid out a couple of days trying to catch up on work, and you've let all kinds of heck break loose over here! Deer spaghetti? I'm so sorry.
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