Thursday, February 7, 2013

The Lady and the Mister

I love how Bill and I can work together for hours on end and then come into a room together and do two totally different things, but still be together. We're still together, but we're doing our own thing. Just a bit of a wind down after a crazy few hours. I like moments like these, but I also love the cuddles that come afterwards.

This afternoon I baked some breads to help him out for his donut day at work, as well as cut up apples for a Jewish Apple Cake, and then when he came home, he helped me out with dinner a little bit. I home-made Chick-Fil-A (a post on that forthcoming), but it was a little messy and I only had one hand available. So Bill helped out but being my plater and chicken-cutter-opener. Quite the official position, if I do say so myself. Not to spoil the next post, but the chicken was amazing.

After dinner was all said and done, though, things picked up fast. Our kitchen was a hectic mess for sure. I didn't really help too much with the Jewish Apple Cake or the cheesecake Bill made, except to be his "getter of things." (See, I have an official position too! :P) When his hands were messy, I got for him. Funny how that works, sort of a "one hand washes the other" deal.

At least I helped cut up the fruit! But that's because I got what was left over and didn't fit on the fruit tray. Honeydew, pineapples, and strawberries are all amazing with Cool Whip on them, fyi. I just learned this. HEAVEN!

We finally got all the cakes done. We're just relaxing while we wait for the cheesecake to cool enough to put in the icebox. (Poll: Am I really the only one to call a refrigerator an "icebox?" Answer in the comments below.)

I hope everyone likes the baked goods we worked hard on!


3 comments:

  1. Icebox? Wow, that's a throwback!

    Yes, I think you might be the only person under 70 that still uses that terminology <3

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  2. Now Heather, be honest.....you got the saying Icebox from me. And I have a hard time not calling it one. I remember we actually HAD one when I was little living in Philly. At least we had an indoor toilet though, my Aunt didn't...she had an outhouse. YIKES!

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