This Monday I got home from yoga ready to eat a bear. After an hour of back-extending stretches trying to get into the Wheel position, I was ready to devour about five pounds of steak, preferably freshly killed in a hunting expedition. As soon as I opened the door, glorious smells greeted me. My stomach growled and gurgled in anticipation. “Hey honey!” I heard my husband yell from the kitchen.
As I headed towards the kitchen to investigate, a beautiful sight welcomed me.
My man, in a apron–not just with dinner on the way, but with a batch of cookies in progress.
Chocolate chip cookies, his favorite dessert and one of my favorite breakfasts.
Dinner was a-sizzlin’: Polish sausage, onions and bell peppers, to be eaten over piles of steamy, fluffy white rice.
Based on our go-to Brats and Peppers recipe, it’s one of our recurring weeknight meals that never fails to please–especially once I sprinkle blue cheese all over everything.
It’s not why I love him. My baby could never set foot in the kitchen again, and I would still be his adoring wife.
But it certainly makes me feel loved. Cherished. Taken care of.
I will love my husband forever no matter what he does, no matter how many or how few cookies he bakes–by God’s grace, our promise to each other was unconditional love.
But I just have to say–there’s nothing like a man in an apron at the end of a busy day to make you feel like you’re living in a perfect world.
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Your man looks seksi with a Kitchen Aid.
What a wonderful welcome home. Love a man that cooks. Especially when I am hungry to enough to eat a bear! I have a wonderful husband but he only cooks out of a bag but thats ok. He's pretty special in every other way but I can dream :)
Looks like you taught him pretty well Jenna. Good job.
Thanks =). I can't take the credit though--he was already pretty dang wonderful to begin with.
But this certainly helps!! Real men wear aprons.
Cute. He bakes! For you. Very sweet....
Jenna, I need to send this post to my husband. Maybe it will inspire him to get busy in the kitchen.
Did he already cook when you met?
Not exactly--we met in the dorms at Indiana University when we were 18, and he definitely didn't know how to cook back then. I remember he used to scoff (in a funny way) at the idea that brownies could be made from scratch as opposed to the boxed kind. =) Marriage has certainly provided an arena for him to flex his cooking muscles pretty regularly--even if I'm the one doing the main cooking, he's always helping me in the kitchen. It's so lovely, and more than I ever hoped for or expected!
Your husband is awesome, my boyfriend can barely scramble an egg!
I loved this post. I even love your husband, and I think you know what I mean :)...So glad he is taking care of you and feeling cherished is so important.
I do yoga too but will never ever get to the wheel position. I can't even bend forward sitting down to rest my head on the floor. I have to use a yoga block, but I love yoga.
awww how cute! you guys are great!
This is really sweet, and definitely in keeping with the kindling and marriage theme I wrote about today. Chocolate chip cookies are a favorite breakfast for me as well.