Last night Ryan and I got into a fight. I know, you are amazed that Ryan and I fight. You thought we were perfect. Sorry to shatter your fantasy. The truth is that I am perfect/right 99.9% of the time. The other 0.01% of the time the world schemes against me to let Ryan win. Or at least that is what I like to think. I could be wrong, but that is not important, so let’s put that aside for now :).
Well, anyway, I learned my lesson about cooking while arguing. Just don’t do it. Especially if pepper is involved. Dinner was nearly inedible. So inedible that I think even Murphy probably would not have eaten it, and he eats everything (literally, I mean everything – he has been known to attempt to eat rocks).
Apparently, in the heat of debate I became overzealous with the pepper. I was probably shaking the pepper to punctuate all of my points. Then I probably forgot that I had been adding pepper for the entirety of one portion of the argument, and returned to adding pepper as soon as I finished another point of my argument. It was a pepperaster (get it – pepper disaster – yeah, I know, not that cool).
And yet, Ryan still ate every last bite of it, and then thanked me for making him dinner anyways. Isn’t he sweet. Maybe I shouldn’t fight with him.
To say thank you, I made him brinner tonight (that is breakfast for dinner in case you are wondering – much cooler than pepperaster). Well, it was partially a thank you, and partially because I had planned on leftovers for dinner tonight and that was not happening. Anyway, I made scrambled eggs, fried potatoes (his favorite), and sauteed green beans. Who doesn’t love brinner!!
Looks much better, yes?