Saturday, April 19, 2008

My tired, working chef...

My poor, overworked, abused chef comes home around midnight or one looking like this:

We are so happy to see each other! We talk about our days and sip wine or beer. He showers and about 30 minutes later, starts looking like this:

Soon, after fervent denials that he is "not tired" and "wants to hang out with my super" (that what we call each other) he looks like this: (his pajama top says "I'm with Super")

I miss him. But on lovely (rare) days off he makes me something like this:

I am one of the luckiest girls in the world!


Hilary Battes said...

You are! I'm so glad to hear how happy you both are. Your chef made some tasty looking asparagus, too.

Again, you are so right. Chefswives are the luckiest ladies on Earth.

Leah Perlingieri said...

i love this post. blake does this too: "really, i don't have the pull..." (this is that sleepy feeling) yet i sense it in his voice...5 minutes later, i hear snoring.

yummy looking that some sort of cheese on top...?

LA RN said...

Burrata cheese, the loveliest, silkiest cheese on earth!