A Cook She Ain't... But She's Something

So Wifey has some friends over for lunch Sunday afternoon while me and B-Man are out at Papa-M's house visiting. The plan was for her to make a homemade mac 'n cheese from the White Grass cookbook. She is by no means a cook, and admits as much. So I bought her the ingredients when I was at the store Saturday and wished her luck when I left this a.m.

Fast forward to 5 p.m. today. I get home and ask her how it turned out. "Not very good, real bland". "Did you add some salt?" I asked. "No. I followed the directions and it sucked". OK, no big deal. Too bad.

Fast forward to 6:30 p.m. I'm making some Turkey Sausage/Spinach/Garlic/Olive Oil/Pasta bake and have my oven preheating. I start to smell smoke and see it billowing from the oven door. Then the fire alarm starts going off and I have to open windows, flap towels etc. I open the door and see that something is stuck all over the oven. I ask her "What the f@ck is all over the oven??" "Oh the cheese and milk overflowed when I was baking lunch". NIIIIIIIIICE! She said she was embarrassed to tell me earlier. Eeeesh, a warning would have be nice though.

But after telling her to stop and get some oven cleaner tomorrow and forbid her to EVER attempt to cook again, all was well. And I can't be mad 'cause she's "the most". Plus yesterday she volunteered to take the Subaru to get new tires on so I could take advantage of the weather and get a ride in. That's super cool. She also puts up with my training, riding and racing schedules, and manic bike obsession. Not to mention my sheer lack of intelligence. Thanks babe. For everything.

Later.

p.s. How is it SHE gums up MY oven and I end up all gushy about her. Must be the crime fighting. It just HAS to be.