Last night, because I'm baby wrangling, The Varmint decides to take up the dinner gauntlet.
My eyebrows shoot off my forehead when I note that he's even going so far as to follow a recipe! After an hour of increasingly scrumptious aromas wafting from the kitchen, Chef Varmint proudly struts out to the living room, a huge grin on his face. He puts the dinner plate in front of me with a flourish, stating, "For you, madame." He then takes his leave, back to the kitchen.
Eagerly, the baby and I stop playing to see what he's prepared. The plate looks delicious.
"Mmmm, look what daddy made, sweetheart - pork loin with veggies!"
"Yep!" shouts The Varmint happily from the kitchen.
"... Um, babe?" I ask The Varmint hesitantly, "Why are two carrots sticking out of the top of the pork loin?"
"Those? Oh, those are the eye stalks."
"Eye stalks?"
"Like a crab, you know? I guess all those episodes of 'Top Chef' have rubbed off: That's what they call 'p-r-e-s-e-n-t-a-t-i-o-n.'"
"Ah."
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