Sunday, June 5, 2011
We had a DELICIOUS meal at a friend's home a couple Sunday afternoons back: chicken enchiladas, refried beans, Mexican rice, chips and salsa, and gluten free peanut butter cookies . . . Yummy! They sent us home with baggies of leftovers. I was so excited to have an extra meal for the next week that I didn't need to cook.
One night, Aaron came home from work after the rest of the family had already eaten and cleaned up. He got all the ingredients for the leftover Mexican meal back out of the fridge to warm up for himself. I noticed that he had forgotten the refried beans, so I got the baggy out of the fridge. He plopped big spoonfuls of beans on top of his rice and warmed it all up in the microwave. He sat down to eat, took a big bite, swallowed and said . . .
"Vanessa, these are not refried beans. This is peanut butter cookie dough!" He scraped the offensive dough off of his Mexican rice and continued to eat without saying a word. After all . . . after 16 years of marriage, he's pretty much used to "Vanessa Moments"!