I am a marked man
My wife tried to kill me last night...
Not really, but that statement doesn't quite reflect the amount of shock I am in today after her actions last night. What horrible thing could she have done to make me question her motives you ask?
She served me a sandwich with mustard on it!
I'm sure the look of horror on my face was worth a good laugh once I realized what was in my mouth. She made both of us a couple of panini's last night and decided that she wanted mustard and tomatoes on hers, which I asked to be omitted from my sandwich. Once served, I joked that she had given me the wrong sandwich and proceeded to bite into it. Jenn noticed that her sandwich was missing tomatoes and pointed this out. I made it to the bathroom in 2 seconds flat.
All in all, I didn't even taste the mustard. I was only on the first bite and it wasn't the really nasty yellow mustard (which in my eyes is equal to eating sulfuric acid). I lived through the harrowing tale but now have to cast a suspicious eye on anything my wife puts in front of me. Maybe I can hire one of those tasters that kings used to have in their courts to detect any poisons.
On more realistic news, there has been a real dry spell at foodb lately. Jenn has been out of work for some time and we had to really tighten our budget in the last few months. Unfortunately this means we have to really rely on a lot of recipes that we know are relatively cheap and that we have already covered on this here web site. So don't think I have abandoned this site entirely, I'm just waiting until we get back on our feet in some form.
Here hoping you all have a good Thanksgiving. If not I hope you're at least enjoying the time off because I know I sure will be.
You may be wondering where you landed. I started this site because I am a fan of food blogging sites and I thought I would throw my 2 cents into the fray. Also I found that with the last blog I created, it was a great learning experience and it never hurts to try and act like I have some english skills. One of these days I might even make my high school english teacher reconsider the D she gave me, not that I didn't earn it at the time.