My husband is a constant source of amusement to me.
Not in a laughing at him kind of way, just a novel way of thinking kind of way.
He's practical and resourceful and well, I'm not so much so.
He usually stays out of the kitchen.
But if it involes cutting up something, he always offers to do it for me.
Isn't that protective of him?
Especially since he's worried I'll hurt myself.
And it's only because of the one time I did....
But anyway....
Night before last, I was going to make seasoned potato wedges with chicken salad sandwiches.
That involves the cutting up of both celery AND potatoes.
Enter My Hero:
While waiting for him to finish I started getting tickled.
Then I laughed out loud.
Then I got the camera.
Here's what I noticed:
See the extra celery? Packed neatly in the measuring cup.
See the sheath? That's for a filet knife he's using!
Though I wondered why he doesn't use his Ka-Bar....
See the bad parts of the potatoes? Stacked neatly to the side.
Note the careful positioning of fingers for precision cutting.
And once more I was safe because the Marines were there.
"Once a Marine, Always a Marine" |
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Yes, I'm very blessed & I don't know how it came about. My mom said I was born with it. I used to be given goat's milk for formula. I've tried lactaid but it doesn't help at all! I'm used to not having it, so to me, it's no big deal :)