I can not begin to explain the magnitude of my bliss when I came home to a 'winter menu' (as the chef liked to call it), all plated and piping hot. That's not even the end. A glass of my favorite champagne. And no dish duty for me. Compliments to the Chef. And the Husband. And he was doing all of this while the Steelers were playing. Thank God for DVR.
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