Currently, my husband smells of grilled brats & sweet-grilled onions.
Yesterday, he smelled of babyback ribs slow-smoked with applewood.
The day before that, it was creamy pasta primevara.
Mother’s Day, we went down to my parents, and he did mesquite-smoked ribs.
and I can’t forget the caribbean jerk chicken with the sweet plantains whipped in coconut milk…
…and I want him to return to work WHY?
..oh, yeah. the paycheck thing. silly me.