You have to break a few eggs..

K is very good at looking after me, and the kids, when I have been working a full day. He always has something ready, or very nearly, for me to eat, often accompanied by a glass of wine, when I come in the door.

Well, tonight he excelled himself!

He would be the first to admit that he is not a chef. He is happy to cook a few well chosen meals, that he is familiar with and that are not too demanding (especially if there happens to be a rugby match on when the tea needs to be made!!). But this evening he cooked me a dinner that touched my heart!

It was a mushroom omelet. And, delicious as it was, it was not the taste that made it so good. It was the fact that he had actually looked up a recipe that he was unfamiliar with, added his own twist, and felt confident enough to go with his instinct with quantities rather than following the recipe word for word.

I have to say, I was very impressed. Master Chef here we come!!

So today I am grateful that I married the right man! I always thought I had, but now I know!

Gratefully yours.
xx