Recipes

My sister gave me a recipe book for my birthday. It's Ree Drummond's The Pioneer Woman Cooks. Just because she gave it to me doesn't mean I'm going to start cooking. The story is we were supposed to go to Ree's book-signing. Sis thought it would be nice if I had a book to sign since we were going to a book-signing. It turned out the weather was too bad for us to make the trip to Tulsa, but she gave me the book anyway.

Geneo does cook. He jumped right in and started reading the recipes. Me, well, I've enjoyed reading Ree's story. I'm really a good cook when I decide to do so. But Geneo loves to cook, and I don't want to put a damper on his fun.

It's all his fault. Almost 42 years ago he came to my house with a friend who was dating my room mate. I was cooking supper for my girls and me. He walked right in the kitchen and started frying the potatoes. Now, I'm not the brightest bulb in the box, but I said to myself, "Self, you need to check this guy out."  Four months later he started cooking for us permanently.

People laugh about him being the cook in the family, but I haven't met a woman yet who thinks it is a bad arrangement. It works really well. He loves to cook, and I love to eat.

Life is Good!!  ☺