Shaun came bounding up the stairs as he always does, drawn by the smell of dinner nearly ready to be put on the table. “It smells good,” he said, peering over my shoulder and into the pan I was rapidly stirring with my whisk. “EWWWW! What IS that?”
I merely glared at him and continued my task.
“Oh, it’s a roux, isn’t it?” he asked with sudden understanding. I continued to ignore him. I didn’t need to say a word, he knew exactly how I felt about his outburst and chastised himself.
I was slightly mollified as I heard him muttering “Never, ever, ever make rude comments when your wife is cooking” That was until he got to the “even if it does look revolting” part. Hmmm…maybe he wasn’t really chastising himself.
I continued to ignore my husband’s rudeness as I calmly placed the hot gravy on the table. I still can’t help but wonder if he had any idea how close he came to wearing it…
*Just so you know…Shaun wasn’t really being rude. This is just how we roll…call it our goofy way to flirt!