There is almost nothing in the world so good as my husband’s cooking.
I miss the spices. I miss the experiments. I miss the colors, and the flavors, and adventure.
What other words can I use to describe his food? Aromatic. Flavorful. Scrumptious. Superb. Delectable. Yummy. These words pale in comparison to the actual taste.
I don’t cook. My mom and I used to joke that the oven would be more useful as a planter in our kitchen. Over the last 13 years, I have grown accustomed to a, shall we say, gourmet style of living.
Well, Peter J., I will never, ever throughout my entire existence, EVER take your food for granted again. I want your curry, baby.