I adore him.
I love that he loves Vegas the Wonder Dog. I love that he never complains about walking her or about the fact I sleep in until the very last second possible & then run around the house like a madwoman every day before work. I love that he can never make a recipe the same way twice. I love that he is thrifty & makes me delicious, comfort-foodie things like shepherd's pie & turkey chili & then freezes the leftovers so that we can eat them on lazy nights where we would rather just go to Chick-fil-A. I love that he's calm when I panic, that he enjoys silly things like Say Yes to the Dress & the Kardashians & that he makes great pizza dough. I love that he laughs at his own jokes & kisses me on the tip of my nose & always takes out the trash.
But most of all, above everything else, I love that for the past two & a half years, he has always held my hand any time we've gone anywhere.
So I love him. So there.
In the meantime, have you heard about this Engagement Chicken nonsense? Evidently, if you make this roast chicken for your boyfriend, he will propose. Now I'm not one to exchange dinner for diamonds (& I've made a roast chicken or two before, without receiving any proposals), but it sounds really good. And my current girl crush, Ina Garten, has an Engagement Chicken recipe as well. So conflicted!
Tonight: my turn back in the kitchen!