This week was a self-declared “comfort food” week.
Last night, we enjoyed yellow squash casserole, slow cooked pulled roast beef with homemade gravy and cheese sauce along with some mashed potatoes and parsnips.
My husband complimented my cooking as only he can by informing me, “You know, if I was on death row… you know how they get a meal?”
Me, knowing where he was going with this and feeling quite touched by the thought, “You’d be happy for that to be your last meal?”
Brian, “Yes. Very happy.”
Boy, that goes a lot further than just a plain ‘ol, “Dinner was nice,” doesn’t it?
It could have been the slow cooked hard apple cider talking, but – nah – I think he meant it. *wink*