What’s next? Toilet paper origami?

(He said)

Oh my goodness. I knew it. I should’ve seen it coming. It was bound to happen. The signs were there.

What started as an innocent he said/she said, husband/wife, food blog, has quickly turned into a DIY Pinterest account, complete with holiday craft projects, and bonus tips on how to entertain your kids.

Why me? How could I let this happen? How could I let her trick me?

Make your own ornaments? What is this shit? Food coloring??? Are we making Easter eggs, too? This is not my beautiful house. How did I get here?

*Update 12/22: There is a picture of a cat on our Instagram feed. That’s it, I’m outta here.

12/26 SHE SAID UPDATE

get over it. Same as it ever was.

Start the water first.

He said:

Leave a dirty station at work, and you’re more than lazy, you’re basically, just an asshole. At night, at home, it’s understood that the same rules do not apply. I blame the Gemini in me for creating the need for these two worlds to coexist. Ying & Yang. Organized vs. total clusterfuck. “A go-getting slacker who’s extremely hardworking & lazy”, is how it’s stated it on my resume.

It’s just a little different at home. The strokes aren’t quite as sure. The head & hand are not always in sync. The knives aren’t kept as sharp, yet the cuts happen more often here. No real time restraints, yet no true sense of purpose either.

Sub-par performance of a repeat dish. Lemon Basil Crab Fettuccine. Easy enough. Garlic cream sauce, crab meat, some sweet golden tomatoes, jalapeño, fresh basil & lemon zest. Just off a little tonight.

“This could be my favorite batch ever”, she says.

I love her.

Then she says, “It might be a little salty”.

I love her.

Pozole Verde Haiku

Pozole verde
Tomatillos and onion
Peppers and garlic

(He said)
(Only he would want credit for this)