Lazy-day Sunday starts off with the following conversation,
Me: peeking in the fridge, “Buddy? What are your plans for the day?”
Buddy: playing with the kittens, “I think I’m going for a run.”
Me: closing the fridge door, “Oh. OK.”
Buddy: heading towards me in the kitchen, “Why? What’s up.”
Me: *hug*, “Eh, nothing. I was just wondering if you would make that yummy egg-thingy.”
Me: big smile, “Wo-hoo!”
I then proceed to the living room, book in one hand (A Lion Called Christian: The True Story of the Remarkable Bond Between Two Friends and a Lion), cup of tea in the other. I curl up on the couch, while our foster kitties, Amelia and Thelonious, climb around me.
An hour or so later, my Buddy presents his masterpiece …”What is that?” I ask.
“Wow! Looks like a loaf of bread.” And it did: a perfectly baked loaf of egg-bread complete with crease along the top. “Is it ready?”
As I’m eating my husband’s scrumptious masterpiece, I ask about the process of making a soufflé. … Um, holy cow! This is a complicated and delicate process involving cream sauce, egg whites, tempered egg yolks, and fluffing, all in a precarious balance so as not to flatten the soufflé.
‘Yikes!’ I think to myself. I hadn’t realized the process of making this yummy “egg-thingy” was so complicated and time consuming. (I honestly thought it was one of those “quick fix” kind of meals, a “one-dish” wonder.) If I had realized the steps involved I would’ve settled for a bowl of cereal.
But, that’s my Buddy: patient, kind, and quietly tinkering along to produce beautiful demonstrations of his love for me.
Yep. He’s a keeper.