Eight Years

Jim and I met eight years ago yesterday or today. I’d have to look up the date. It doesn’t matter. He opened the car door and took my hand and it was love not at first sight. We’ve had our ups and downs but love each other and our canine companion, who had her own issues.

Shortly we’ll celebrate another anniversary and I am very happy to have my dear husband at my side, as well as our Hipless Wonder Zoe the dog. We move with Jim’s career. Zoe’s career is herding us so she moves along with us. I never thought I’d say this but I love this blog almost as much as I love cooking and my family and friends.

We met at TGI Fridays at lunch. We talked a long time, shook hands and parted company and he called the next night for dinner and a movie and we’ve been inseparable ever since. He moved back to TX then back, for me. I could never meet a more forthright and honest man. And he’s brilliant.

He is not a cook, and that’s fine. One day I came over to his place (that I found 1,000 feet away from mine) to make us lunch one day and I was making soup and grilled cheese sandwiches. He saw me making the grilled cheese and said “so that’s how you do it!” Now I’ve a photo of him making toast at age four. It took him nearly 30 years to learn to put a bit of butter on it and add cheese.

Now, another day I was washing out plastic zipper bags and drying them over any of my appliances. Yes, I’d moved a portion of my kitchen over to his place because I had a cat and he was allergic to cats so he couldn’t eat at my place. I was putting them away and he asked if I regularly washed them and re-used them. Never having met his mother I wondered what she would think. I told the truth and said yes, and it turns out it was the right answer because his mother is much more frugal than I have ever been.

It is eight years since I met my soul mate, my best friend, my husband and while outside influences (recession, job market) have taken their toll we’re still here. And guess what, after I prepared the ingredients, he actually made his own grilled cheese sandwich yesterday! Bravo, my love.

We can leave most of the cooking to me. Perhaps you can try to make an egg over medium someday, flipping it over the stove. Eight more years? OK. Sounds good to me. Enjoy your day! Dee

2 responses to “Eight Years

  1. Happy anniversary! My husband and I celebrate #4 on Thursday. Oh, and I’m a plastic bag saver too. One of the best gifts I ever got (that I requested) is a wooden drying rack just for plastic bags. It f0lds up and opens sort of like an umbrella, with several spokes that you drape the bags over. Love it!

  2. Congratulations! Happy Anniversary. Our 7th is in January.

    Your plastic bag solution is ingenious. I use tall cups or the kitchen faucet, but never re-use anything that’s had meat or cheese in it.

    OK, M, I’m ratting you out! Jim’s mother saves calendars because every six years the dates are the same and all she has to change is Easter and Thanksgiving! How’s that for frugal??? The John Deere people are wondering why they’re not selling enough tractor calendars – this is it. Dee

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