So Mr. Wonderful bought me an 8 GB iPad for Christmas, setting the bar super high for Christmas now. Good job, honey! He said he figured he’d buy me something that could in return make me money – as in, showcase my work via iPad. However, with all that techy space, I downloaded a few aps including the Cooking Light ap for $3.
Oh. My. Gosh. First, I want to import every recipe I know in my iPad as it is propped up and illuminated for me to read. I have cooked meals. Make that, successfully cooked meals. Just earlier this week Benjamin prayed and said, “Thank you Lord for my beautiful wife cooking our first real meal.” Um, excuse me, I cooked a real meal before. I mean, I totally caramelized the sauce by accident and nearly smoked myself out of the kitchen and had to serve our pork with no sauce, but come on. “You know what I mean, I love all of your meals, but this is like a hard meal you cooked,” the Mr. said.
It’s true. I’ve made him breakfast and lunch. They have been more about independent ingredients compiled together. Like a sandwich. I’m getting really good with this cooking thing. I even google, “How to vertically slice an onion” and “What is sausage casing?”to make sure I’m doing it right.
Like I said, he didn’t marry me for my cooking skills. When we were engaged I realized I would one day have to cook a Thanksgiving meal, turkey and all. He told me no way, AJ’s Fine Foods. He tells me he’ll be mad if I’m slaving away in the kitchen for more than 30 minutes, surely there has got to be something microwavable from Trader Joe’s. Gosh, I love him. Which makes me want to make “real meals” more often.
Diana Elizabeth has Apple fever. iMac, iPhone, iPad, and MacBook. Yessss!