I have not done much baking these last few days–mostly I’ve been cooking, which is surprising given my general dislike for making dinner.  I’ve actually been making a full-blown dinner an average of 3-4 nights a week rather than telling my husband to go eat some Ramen noodles.  I’m slowly building up my love of cooking and it’s so satisfying putting a nice dinner on the coffee table in front of the TV.

My two favorite cooking devices right now are the Crock-Pot and our brand spanking new gas grill.  The Crock-Pot is a gift from the Gods.  What else allows me to throw a bunch of ingredients into a pot, press a button, and walk away until it’s ready to serve?  Everything that comes out of that thing is perfectly cooked and meat just falls off the bone.  And the grill…oh, that lovely grill.  It lets me off the hook and gets my husband to make dinner.

You would think we were entertaining, but this is all for the two of us. Most of it will be my husband's breakfast, lunch, and dinner for the next couple of days.

What a man.

Vegetarians beware.

The other reason I haven’t baked up anything lately is because I was expecting to bake for a bridal shower of 50 guests, but the whole thing fell through a couple of days before the party (ugh, that’s a whole other thing).  I’m tired of baking just for me and my husband.

And if you think my entire world is only centered around food, think again, because I’m still chugging along with this damn afghan I’ve been working on for the past 7 months.  Another square down, another (what seems like) a million more to go.

These squares look so much better on camera.

I’ve become a bit obsessive-compulsive with this afghan.  If I see a teeny mistake, I have no problem ripping the whole thing apart.  What’s the point of undertaking such a huge project if I’m just gonna go at it half-assed?

I think I’ll make more bread tomorrow.  I made us “eggs in a basket” yesterday, which was inspired by The Pioneer Woman.  My husband says, “You know, this bread is really good.  I think that’s what makes this so great.  We should start making our own bread all the time!  How cool would it be to tell people we make our own bread?”  Notice the use of the word “we?”  As if my husband is in the kitchen with me making the bread.

Then again, I recently asked him, “When are we going to change the tire on my car?”