I Have a Confession to Make...

So here's my confessions: sometimes when I blog, I'm not telling the whole truth. I may "fabricate" some things for comedic effect. For instance, I never actually threatened anyone (veiled or otherwise) in my "Friend Drive '07" post. That's what I like to call "comic exaggeration." It's just something I do to make my mundane life sound "fascinating." Also, the post I made about my "Valentines Day" gift to my lady? Well...I didn't actually give any of that stuff to her. In true romantic fashion, I ate it all right after I photographed it. Actually, if I remember correctly, that night we made some boxed noodle dish together, then watched a movie we'd rented, because we both (and I truly love Erika for this) think that Valentines Day is pretty retarded.

But I assure you, nothing in this post is fabricated or exaggerated (including the "currently watching" section. For reals. Shaq is actually "rapping" right now...).

So, giving you this coveted knowledge, I will move forward. Yesterday I had a mantinee performance of Laughter on the 23rd Floor (tickets still available), and the first thing I noticed when I got home was a pleasant aroma. Something along the lines of "cooked food," only better. I was intrigued. I come upstairs to see my woman (pictured below) had not only cleaned our entire living room carpet, but was now tending to three different pans heating on the stove.



Now, normally when I'm presented with a situation like this, I got to jump into action and help out. There's rolls to be toasted...or salad to be mixed...or garlic to be pressed...or something. But no, Erika's got it all under control, and we pass the time talking about how my show went (FYI it went fine. Fine was settled. The show was...fine...)



Finally, what can only be described as a "gourmet meal" is finished. We eat it in front of the TV (reason #4,253 why Erika totally rules), and the menu consists of (and forgive me if I can't come up with "really cool" names for the stuff she put together):

-- Herb salad with homemade vinegarette dressing, carmelized walnuts, and crumbled blue cheese

-- Sauteed chicken breast halves with creamy walnut sauce

-- Buttered cheddar-green onion muffins

-- Fresh peas with sauteed onions and turkey bacon

-- 2005 Snoqualmie Chardonnay



Now, when I tell you that the meal was one of the best I've ever had, you've got to remember the "non-exaggeration" caveat that I placed at the beginning of this blog entry. It was freaking awesome. But in addition to that, it was all "healthy," from some health food magazine.

Then to top it off, the young lady made two dozen peanut butter oatmeal cookies which were served warm with milk (those were not so healthy...but who cares).



(Just to update those that were curious...Kazaam just turned human, and told his master: "You don't need me any more," to which the kid pleaded, "Please, Kazaam...don't leave me!" Heart-wrenching stuff...punched up with a swelling orchestral score)

Now, why would Erika go through all this trouble? Had we just had a fight...or was it a birthday...or an anniversary? Nope. Just a normal Sunday night...and she felt like cooking. I mean...damn, when people ask me, "So, tell me about Erika," I'm not always able to give a coherent response detailing just how amazing this woman is, and I'll end up cracking wise or something. But hopefully, with this post, you've got some idea now just how incredible she is...and that's just the tip of the iceberg, honestly. No exaggeration.