We were preparing for friends to come over for bible study last evening, and I was desperately trying to chisel my Key Lime bars out of the 8 x 8 pan. I had decided to make things look all fancy, and brought out the pedestal cake plate in order to display the homemade bars and some store-bought cheesecake (in case someone hated Key Lime). My hubby saw me struggling, and offered to help me finish the job. He proceeded to take over and re-stage the bars and cheese cake slices ever so symmetrically and lovely on the cake plate. It looked MUCH better than if I had done it. He has much more patience for these kinds of things.
I *harumphed* and said, "You know, it's kind of embarrassing to be outdone by you in EVERY SINGLE way in the kitchen!" I then said it was the feminine form of feeling "emasculated" (whatever that word would be?), and that it hurts my pride that he outperforms me in cooking, baking and now, STAGING of food.
And then, with sweet sincerity and a straight face, he said, "Honey, you make great tea."
Yes, ladies and gentlemen, I can boil water...pour it in a cup...and place a tea bag in it like no one else I know. Sigh.
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