Now, before anyone gets all upset about me painting her into an apron and pearls, I just want to make it clear that I don't think my wife has ever worn pearls. I should buy her some pearls.
Anywho, my wife is not a great cook. She's a fantastic cook. And the best part is she didn't think she was a very good cook when we got married. Something about a lack of experience. She was mainly a mac and cheese maker. And she could and can make some mean mac and cheese. But the funny part was she made something else (I think it was pasta in alfredo sauce with meat balls), and it was AWESOME (in a high pitch voice).
So I had pasta with meatballs for about a month. Maybe because I praised it so much, but it was really good ya'll! So I had to prompt her into trying something new. And everything she made was great. It was like a Midas touch type situation. Homemade soft pretzels, three different kinds of beef stew (not from a can), Mexican dishes, Italian dishes, I can't even remember them they were so long ago.
I would have to say her masterpiece is her meatloaf. Yeah, I know how cheesy that sounds, but really she puts no cheese in it whatsoever. Seriously, nobody has tasted her meatloaf and not instantly fallen in love with her. Not that I blame them, but I got to her first. So tough.
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