RecipeMuncher

  Every day around 5 o’clock my hubby calls to check what’s for dinner, if we are going to stay in? Or going somewhere? Or if he should bring something. Most of the time I tell him I have it under control. His reactions to food are priceless, if I say the word chocolate he immediately imitates Holmer Simpson; “Chocolaaaaaaaaaaate” and I can totally picture his grin in my mind. If I say salad, he gives me an… oh! Like I cursed him or something, not that he doesn’t like salad but it (...)