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Thank Goodness Hubby Can Cook!

Some of us are born a female, but that sure doesn't mean we can cook! No sir!  Thank goodness it is arranged that we become the bride of a cook! Otherwise, I don't know, it could be bad.

Last night I waddled out to the kitchen around 8:00, opened the refrigerator door and started to dig through the jars, milk jugs, apples, oranges, dressings, and whatever else was in there, to find something that would met my appetite.  My hubby was sitting quietly at the table, reading the Kansas Farmer, enjoying his perfectly made supper of scrambled eggs, two perfectly cooked pieces of bacon, and a beautiful golden toasted piece of homemade bread.

Finally I spotted three baby pieces of sausages that had gotten shoved back behind the celery and carrots.  "Now these look good" I thought to myself, taking them out of their zip lock bag and taking a bit out of one.

"Don't you think you should warm them up a bit in the microwave first," came the words from hubby as he continued to read the Kansas Farmer and spoon a bite of perfect scramble eggs into his mouth.

"Yea I know, I'm doing it," I answered walking to the table and grabbing a napkin out of the glass.

Now those baby sausages are babies! I am talking about the size of one inch long and maybe a large finger thick. Lets see....maybe about 40 seconds in the microwave? That's what hubby always tells me when I ask "how long". So I lay the napkin in the microwave, lay those baby sausages on it and punch in 40 seconds, push the start button and walk to the sink and start washing up hubbies pan.

All of a sudden hubby walks to the microwave, quietly opens it, and walks to the sink and places the napkin and baby sausages on the counter. " I thought you may want something left to eat," he says as he walks slowly back to his plate and Kansas Farmer.

I look down at my baby sausages. They lay there in that napkin and I can't tell for sure if they are eatable or if they had died and were cremated!  Now I have to admit my pride was a bit hurt! Good grief did I need him to cook for me too!

"Well this is now I like them," I said as I took one in my mouth. [ a person didn't have to worry about taking a bite, they were so shriveled up]  so I just stuck the whole thing in my mouth. Well they tasted a little like rubber but hey I wasn't going to say so. I stood there at the sink, chewing on my half burnt, dried up sausages, or leather may describe them better, and looked out of the corner of my eye at my hubby who was totally enjoying his supper, and had saved mine. Well kind of saved it.

And by the way ladies!!  Did you know that those microwave machines have a half power? I found that out this morning from guess who....as he made a mad dash to the machine, pulled open the door and saved my ham and cheese sandwich from totally exploding and splatting on the top of the microwave!

Well ok I admit....I totally enjoy cleaning old grease out of a gear box and separating those little ball bearing from that gooey stuff. Or blowing on an air filter and watching the dust go out from it. Shoot I would rather clean the sow pens.....anything but cook!

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