My husband once told me a story of a man....a man who walked to the grocery store in a blizzard for ice cream. When I asked why, I was told that it was for the love...of pecan pie. Because...you can not eat pecan pie without ice cream, right? This is a true story, the man is one of my husband's co-workers (who will be referred to as 'Mister Mambo' to protect his identity) and this harrowing journey took place during the blizzard of 2011.
Last week, I called my husband while he was at work and we had the following conversation:
Husband: "Oh hey, Mister Mambo wants to know if you have a recipe for pecan pie."
Me: "No. Does he have internet access? Because I am sure he can find one on the internet, that's what I do." The words came out with a bit more sass than I intended but... I was at the grocery store and... bah, I have no excuse.
My husband repeated my snarky response with great relish, as he always does. It almost disturbs me how much my spouse enjoys watching me heap abuse on others, but I guess that is what keeps the fires burning a fist full of years, two kids, and a dog later. I guess. I digress...