Forget Adjectives

I’m Not a Good Cook.

I felt like I had to say that, kinda for the reason they do at addiction recovery programs, just to get it out there, admit it, and the healing begins.

Its one of those painful things I've discovered during this time of unemployment. I tried really hard to be the wife that made beautiful meals that JUST came out of the oven or off the grill piping hot as Mr. Stoneman walks in the door. He would, of course, savor every bite, sounding much like unto Bob (What About Bob? Bob) with

Mmmm!s and Wow!s and Ahhhhthathitsthespot!s all over the place.

But then I woke up, and discovered that most of the time I burnt the rice because I forgot about it, I cooked the meat too long, and the sauce has become more of a paste and a little too salty because I thought I was good enough after one (almost) successful meal to improvise.

Mr. Stoneman has ONE favorite adjective that he uses for EVERYTHING. GREAT. "That food was great." "Hey the house looks great." "The car looks great." "Hey mom, you look great." and right after that, here's the kicker....  "Hey Rem, you look great." 

 Wife is to sexy as

car is sexy as

mom is to sexy? no me gusta.  (don’t get me wrong, Robyn is very much sexy.  I hope you understand my point)

Lucky for me, Mr. Stoneman finds other ways to let me know just how "great" something is.  Forget adjectives! If what I make for dinner is even REMOTELY edible, he'll lick the plate, or he'll wipe his finger across the plate and then stick it in his mouth. Gross? No.  Beautiful.  It lit up my face like the fourth of July the first time I saw him do it.  He looked up guiltily (that's a word) to see me absolutely BEAMING.  Even thinking about it now gives me the goosebumps. 

He tried to show the same appreciation at his parents house last week for dinner with his family.  Needless to say, when he looked up smiling at me, his mom was NOT lit up like the fourth of July in the same way I was lit up like the fourth of July.