I am in love. With this cook book. Seriously, it's the best cook book I have ever used. What's to love, you ask? 

• It has pictures for every recipe. My "versions" obviously look identical to the pictures. In case you were wondering, I have provided a picture below.
• The recipes are broken up in SEASONS. How cool is that? It's Spring. So I go to the Spring section and off I go - making a festive Spring meal. 
• I can follow the recipes without screaming half way through. And they are good! I have made the apricot/goat cheese stuffed chicken. A cinch. I made the dried cherry spinach salad. Even easier. I made the grilled asparagus. Devine. 

Here's my attempt at the Spinach Salad with Dried Cherries.

Voila! See? I did pretty good, right? Right??

I have gone through this "I like to cook" phase before. Don't be fooled. I have tried being domestic prior to marriage but it never really stuck. However, a year into being hitched, I think maybe, just maybe, I have found my new calling. Domestic Goddess.


Want proof?

Wait for it... 

Isn't this the cutest thing? Please note, the very first card Ty ever got me was covered in those little hearts. He has toned it down over the years, trust me.

Don't tell him I posted this. I'll never get a card again.

Just another romantic evening...

Ty and I had quite the romantic evening.

Setting: Ty coming into our room after he took a shower (in his bathroom of course) ...
Ty: Hey Babe! I have a suuuuuuuuurprise for you! (right as he enters the room) ...
Me: What?!?! (As I glance over his bod up and down) Something for me to pop!?!?
Ty: No! (As he comes to give me a smooch...) I got a really close shave goin' on here!

Needless to say, I was pretty dissapointed. My favorite thing to do is pop a zit or an in grown hair on my poor husband. That's love. I do need to mention that Ty never (ever, ever, ever) volunteers himself to get something popped. I always notice it and attack!

Setting: An hour later. I am in scrutinzing every square inch on my face while I soak my stinky feet in the sink in his bathroom. (I wouldn't dare do such a thing in my sink!)
Me: Honey! My mustache is out of control! As are these hairs on my chin...
Ty: Yah! Your chinny chin chin hairs are longer than mine!
Me: (Completely unphased) Can you get my Sally Hansen hair remover out of my top middle drawer? I need to do something about this pronto!

Pronto, as in I am sitting here writing this blog as I wear a white fu man chu.

Time to rinse!

Note: There is no picture to post this go 'round. Sorry folks...