I asked Ryan for one word to describe tonight’s dinner. He supplied: Uhmmmmm, followed by Yummmmyummmmyummm.
I think he is in a food coma, hopefully he will recover, but only after I convince him he doesn’t really like football or the Packers!!!!
I followed up by asking him if we could go to the mall, he quickly responded “no” – his food coma is not as strong as I initially thought, darn.
Today, Iasked Ryan if “Happy wife, Happy Life” extended to supporting the Bears – he said “no. ” I have decided to try and bribe him with food. It will probably take years of work because his obsession with the Packers is quite strong, but I shall do my best.
Despite the potential for drama and disaster, this match-up provided to be quite a good match-up for food.
In the past, we have made Italian Beef for the game, but this time we decided to be risky. Well, I was content to make Italian Beef again, but Ryan said he NEEDED deep dish pizza. Seriously!!! You can tell this boy has never cooked, because who picks deep dish pizza as if it as easy to make as a bologna sandwich. Ugh! Did I mention that last weekend Ryan informed me that if he put his mind to it, he could be a better cook than me?
Oh well, if I am going to convert him to a Bears fan, I am going to have to pull out all the stops!!!! When I found out that Brownies were invited in Chicago I knew that this meal had great potential for inducing a food coma that would leave Ryan open to suggestion – kind of like hypnosis.
So we made homemade Deep Dish Pizza with sausage, pepperoni, and mushrooms and homemade Brownies.
I succeeded in getting Murphy under my spell (doesn’t take much – if you have anything other than uncooked vegetables in your hand, Murphy will follow you around like you are god), but Ryan is proving a much tougher nut to crack.
Some pictures for your drooling pleasure.
And now for a monologue with Murphy:
Murphy: Mom, there is some yummy stuff on the stove, can I have some . . . please, pretty please!!!!
p.s. Check out my super-sweet hoodie! This is my “preppy” look. I hope the ladies like it.
Murphy: Please, Mom?!?!?! I have no problem staring at you until you give me some noms.
Please, please, please, please, please!!!