Egg Roll Mania

My hubby makes KICK ASS egg rolls. So much so, that I cannot bear to eat egg roll from any Chinese restaurant anywhere. I requested this delicacy for our New Year's Eve, and it is a treat considering there will only be four of us to dine...

Normally Hubby requires at least a party of 8 to make this yummy stuff up. But I'm not quite sure if it is an effort issue, a quantity issue, or just a fear that should he make it for just us we will gorge ourselves on these fattening fried scrumptious treats every week.

So here is a step-by-step for you to enjoy.
You start with our well-worn recipe book.

And you do a lot of shopping and chopping - the Asian food aisle was my friend tonight. The cutting board and good knives were hubby's.

Then you stir-fry it all together just right.

And store the filling overnight in the fridge.

This wok? It's not dirty...it's SEASONED.

Tomorrow I'll show you the finished product. And you will SO wish you were here.

My Hubby Always Puts It Right

H: "This movie came out like 10 years ago."
W: "Did it? Hard to believe it went that fast."
H: "I remember because I saw it when we were in Hawaii."
W: "How do you remember shit like that - where you were when you saw a movie."
H: "How do you NOT remember shit like that? We are the only couple from Suffern with a blockbuster membership in Kauai!"

Pause.

W: "How lame are we that we were on vacation in one of the most beautiful places on earth and we sought out this stupid movie and a blockbuster membership."
H: "We had plenty of Hawaii adventures W, and I'm too old to start having to justify doing what I like to do."
W: "Cool."

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W: "I think it's funny that some people don't realize I'm neurotic, and getting nuttier every day."
H: "I don't think you are getting nuttier - and you and I are both neurotic."
W: "Yes, but while I feel like you are getting more confident and easygoing, I'm getting less so."
H: "Hmmm. Well, we're aiming for the right balance at all times."

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W: (in the midst of bake-a-thon Thanksgiving 2008) "Almost done here babe."
H: "You're like the domestic goddess this weekend."
W: "Yeah well, I figure once a year I can summon up the interest."
H: (laughing) "Well don't overdo it, I wouldn't know what to do."

Romantic Response

Mrs. G recently wrote about Romance and asked her readers to tell her what was the most romantic thing anyone ever said to them.

My Hubby has said a lot of romantic things to me. Like Mr. G is credited with in Mrs. G's post, he often says things like "You look hot" at the most unbelievable times - when I haven't showered in 48 hours, when I'm in sweat pants and a torn shirt, when my hair is sticking out in different directions - and not in a cute funky way...in a bad funky way.

But I distinctly remember one particular moment when I was blown away by what he said...I wonder if he remembers the moment as well as I do.

It was January 16, 1991. Seriously. I remember the date. You see it was the day before George H. Bush's Gulf War began. We were at a restaurant not far from our apartment in Wappingers Falls NY. We were with friends. I don't have any idea what prompted it, but at one moment I noticed Hubby looking at me and then he spoke.

"You take my breath away."

My friend Christina let out an audible sigh and "awwwww". I honestly think she seriously considered punching her boyfriend and asking him why he never said things like that to her.

I'm pretty sure I blushed. I'm pretty sure I was speechless. I'm definitely sure that for one brief moment, I believed that I could take someone's breath away. But more importantly, from that moment forward,I've known without a doubt that I met and married the perfect man for me. Despite all my craziness, my bitchiness, my bad funky hair and ugly sweat pants, he meant every word. For him, I was the one that could took his breath away.

So, Mrs. G., that is the most romantic thing anyone has ever said to me. Not bad, eh?