The Way to a Man's Heart

Dave's birthday was last weekend. He turned the big 2 6, and this is the first time since I've known him, he said that a birthday felt significant, because he's on his way to 30. Which feels big. I think I'll cry when I turn 30. I know it's still really young, but there is just something about it that makes me feel a little queasy. I want to be finished having kids by the time I'm 30. The problem with that, is that Dave wants 4. That means one a year for the next bit? Not happening. One of us is gonna have to give on our expectations.

Anyways, Dave and I bought a bigger flatscreen TV this year together, in place of buying each other gifts on every occasion ( birthdays, anniversaries, etc). But, we agreed for these special occasions to make something thoughtful for each other. Well, I'm a little bit craftsy, and had a variety of ideas of things I could make for him, but in the end, I knew that what he would love the most. You see, Food REALLY is the way to my man's heart...

So, I made Dave gluten free chocolate cupcakes with cream cheese frosting (which was just a given) for his special day. But I also made a massive plate of nacho dip made of totally fattening stuff: Cream cheese, sour cream, mayo, cheddar cheese, and some veggies and salsa to make it slightly healthy? The vat of fat, was devoured along with 2 bags of nacho chips in 2 sittings! You'd think that Dave woulda had enough of that kind of food for a few days. I know when I overeat, I don't feel like whatever it was, for a good week anyways. I ate too much schwarma(sp?) about a year ago, and still haven't been able to bring myself back to it! Well, dear David and I, are very different I suppose. Because.... the very next day, Dave decided he was going to spend some money he'd received as a birthday gift at the grocery store. He bought about 50 bucks in cheeses and 3 bags of nacho chips to accompany them. Now... I love Brie cheese with a passion, and so I'm not complaining about my husbands stomach... just marveling.

I think Jesse has this innate passion for food as well. He's a wiggly little worm, and the only time he seems to stop flailing his limbs is when he is nursing. It's like he goes into this different place. On the other hand, he is the happiest and most squirmy silly kiddo when he eats his solids in his high chair. He grunts and squeals and smiles during the whole feeding experience and will get all red in the face with anger as he shakes his little clenches fists if you start going too slow with the spoonfuls.... Jesse is too cute for his own good.

I guess I have food on the brain today. I get these bursts of inspiration every month or so and go nuts cooking and baking new things for a week or two. A burst hit me this weekend after going through a new GF cook book. I went to the bulk barn and bought 20 bucks in random flours, and hit up the grocery store at 10pm after work one night for ingredients. We had a delicious Chicken Mandarin and Walnut Salad with Curry dressing for lunch, and a Beef Soup with Dumplings for supper, followed with a Banana Nut cake with chocolate drizzle. Mmmmm.... I'm getting hungry just thinking about it.

Unfortunately, here at the Vance Palace Left overs don't exist. No matter if I double or triple the recipe, Dave will eat all of it between 5pm at supper and midnight when he goes to bed. I've gotten good at hiding things in the cupboads and the fridge. Because just like men are good at eating, they suck at finding things. Dave can be staring right at something and not see it :) Love him. Anyways... off to my cookbooks for more ideas. Thanks for reading. I'm out.