Scene: Kitchen. I’m making pasta sauce for dinner. The room smells of garlic and tomato. Enter: Tyson.
Me: *stirs sauce*
Ty: Wow. That looks amazing. Gorgeous!
Ty: I think I have a beautiful wife who makes beautiful sauce.
Me: Am I as beautiful as my sauce?
Ty: As far as you can gauge the beauty of sauce, you’re even more beautiful.
What can I say? He loves food! 🙂 And happily, he apparently loves me, too. (But not just because I cook beautiful food)