This dish towel that was recently given to me as a gift.
Where there's a will, there's a way. We took Mr. Helen's sister and her husband out for dinner (a long overdue thank you for everything they did for Little Helen's wedding after party) last weekend to a fantastic upscale and yes, pricey restaurant. The service and food were impeccable and it's the sort of place that we would only go to for very special reasons, but we thoroughly enjoyed ourselves. I had the best gnocchi I've ever eaten in my life, anywhere. It has sort of a cream sauce and a ham that had been cooked to crispness, almost like bacon but it was ham.
My birthday happened to be a few days later and Mr. Helen who probably still had some sticker shock from that dinner told me he would be cooking. Do you know my husband, who claims to not be a good cook, made me a bacon wrapped filet mignon, a piece of stuffed flounder, a piece of stuffed shrimp and most amazing of all, he roasted fresh red peppers because he found a recipe online that suggest that as an alternate vegetable.
It was delicious! Of course the ladies at my job said if they were married to someone who cooked like me, they would pretend they couldn't cook either. Hmmmm, I wonder....?
Though I know I don't want to get into a deprivation/diety mindset, in the back of my mind I had the thought that I might have to pay Mr. Helen $5 come this week's weigh in. But then I thought, in real life there are special occasions, and times when I might eat more or have a treat and don't I want to participate? So, I did what I did. I just wish a couple of meals wouldn't throw everything off. I'm still wishing that - guess I'll find out tomorrow.