It can be done! Husbands can cook! Here’s what’s left of Michael’s shepard’s pie. The table was set, the plates warmed, and a plateful of shepard’s pie served when I arrived home from work today.
*content sigh*
I’ve been dreaming of this day.
Cooking. And when tired of that, eating out.
And no aperitif?
Alas, no Prosecco.
it is so nice when a tiny fantasy gets fulfilled isn’t it?