My husband and I were in the car talking about the Next Food Network Star. My husband is a reality tv slut and I have standards, so we have switzerland via food network. I would also watch HGtv, but my husband would gouge his own eyes out with a spoon. So Iron Chef, Food Network Star, Chopped and Top Chef are on our list.
Anyways, I admitted that I wouldn’t win because I would lose the last challenge–cooking for 100 people. I don’t know any recipes except for thai food made 1 order at a time, and lots and lots of slow baking desserts. My hubby could do the food thing hands down, no problem. But he has a persona problem. He doesn’t smile when he talks, he doesn’t try to engage people, and he has this one weird habit that would drive people nuts. I find it hilarious. Once you’ve seen this habit, you’ll be forever changed. “Maybe I’ll write a blog about it,” I said.
“Please, please don’t,” he responded.
“What do I get for it?” See, I’m a middle child, and that makes me a mercenary by nature.
“You don’t get anything! I asked nicely!” He even tried to sound offended. Psh.
“Come ON, throw me a bone! I write a blog and get nothing for it! I need SOME compensation, and this is how the Lord provides!” Which lord I won’t say, but middle children often pray to Satan that their siblings will be eaten. Just say’n.
But I am a nice wife, and he did mention that there are one or two people who know who I am on this blog, and thus know who he is, too. So I won’t tell. For now. I’ll use it as collateral for some future bargaining chip, because I’m economical and you don’t throw away perfectly good blackmail in this economy.