A week or so ago I decided to put a smile on my husband's face by making him a nice dinner. Since our children have grown and left home I rarely cook anymore, having grown tired of that duty after so many years. It seems especially fruitless since I myself never eat a big meal at dinner, which helps me with my weight issues. I prefer a simple salad or whole grain English muffin with a little peanut butter paired with a piece of fruit. But then, I digress.
So out of love for my husband, and a feeling that he deserves s special treat every once in awhile when he comes home from work, I decided to make a nice dinner in the crock pot. I chose a recipe which involves layers of potato and apple topped by pork chops with a sprinkling of sugar over everything to sweeten it and give it a nice brown color. It's delicious. By noon the wonderful aroma was driving me insane.
Then I had another thought. As long as I was going to have a nice dinner, why not try out the new recipe I'd clipped from the newspaper a few days earlier for a chocolate chip bundt cake. So I pulled that out and whipped it up, sticking it in the oven to bake. Within about thirty minutes that aroma wafted over the pork chops and now my mouth was salivating like there was no tomorrow.
I ate a piece of fruit. Fifteen minutes later I had a handful of nuts. Shortly after that I was opening cupboard doors and rooting around the fridge, trying to find something healthy to eat. And then I remembered: this is why I stopped cooking in the first place! Because no one loves my cooking any better than I do! I'm a creature who thrives on the senses and smell is one of my favorites. I was doomed for the day in terms of my weight watchers points. They would be gone before I even took the lid off the crock pot.
I hope my husband enjoyed his little treat because it will be a long time before he has another one like it. From now on we'll go to restaurants when he's hankering for that big meal - where I can eat a salad without any problem at all!
So out of love for my husband, and a feeling that he deserves s special treat every once in awhile when he comes home from work, I decided to make a nice dinner in the crock pot. I chose a recipe which involves layers of potato and apple topped by pork chops with a sprinkling of sugar over everything to sweeten it and give it a nice brown color. It's delicious. By noon the wonderful aroma was driving me insane.
Then I had another thought. As long as I was going to have a nice dinner, why not try out the new recipe I'd clipped from the newspaper a few days earlier for a chocolate chip bundt cake. So I pulled that out and whipped it up, sticking it in the oven to bake. Within about thirty minutes that aroma wafted over the pork chops and now my mouth was salivating like there was no tomorrow.
I ate a piece of fruit. Fifteen minutes later I had a handful of nuts. Shortly after that I was opening cupboard doors and rooting around the fridge, trying to find something healthy to eat. And then I remembered: this is why I stopped cooking in the first place! Because no one loves my cooking any better than I do! I'm a creature who thrives on the senses and smell is one of my favorites. I was doomed for the day in terms of my weight watchers points. They would be gone before I even took the lid off the crock pot.
I hope my husband enjoyed his little treat because it will be a long time before he has another one like it. From now on we'll go to restaurants when he's hankering for that big meal - where I can eat a salad without any problem at all!
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