Some days I just can not wrap my mind around what to cook for dinner. I hit a wall, fall into a rut, draw a blank. I open my cabinets and find nothing but cobwebs. My freezer is a frigid waste land. The refrigerator has no sympathy for my plight. Dinner is doomed.
And then, just when I think that all hope is lost and my poor children are going wither away,
My Music Man is multi-talented. He is what I refer to as a Renaissance Man. He composes amazing musical scores and makes a mean pancake. He can fry an egg and flip a flapjack in record time. Plus, he is really hot. And best of all, he likes breakfast for dinner. We must be soul mates.
Singing the Dish Water Blues,