Saturday, December 13, 2008

Holding out for filets

As you may recall, we are big fans of the Hehmeyer family. Rob is hilarious, Amanda is a straight-talking version of Martha Stewart, and their girls Anna Lee and Charlotte are too cute for words.

You also may recall that for the past nine months I have seriously slacked off in the cooking department. I blame a lack of appetite, lack of energy or lack of interest in any sort of protein source that doesn't come in the shape of a nut. Sometime this fall, I mentioned to Amanda that Chip thought my lack of cooking was both a blessing and a curse. The upside was that I no longer used him as a guinea pig for wacky new recipes. The downside, of course, was that my aversion to most meats meant that he couldn't even get the basics like meatloaf and grilled steaks.

A few days later, Amanda appeared at our house with a baking dish full of stuffed shells. One half of the shells were covered in meat sauce and labeled "Chip." The other half of the dish was covered in tomato sauce and labeled "Debbie." Our delivered dinner came complete with these insanely decadent jam-filled cookies that I tried to hide from Chip because I didn't want to share them.

Fast forward to this week. I am sitting at work, willing myself to go into labor, when I receive an email from Amanda that says, "Taco soup and all the fixings delivered to your house at 1:30 p.m." I immediately forwarded the email to Chip, as he usually arrives home before me. While he's not one to pass up bags of homemade food, he typically likes to know the source of said food. Needless to say, he was delighted by Amanda's delivery. Especially when she confirmed that the soup was particularly meaty.

Last night, as Chip and I were driving to the Galleria, the song "Amanda" came on the radio. After singing a few verses about Amanda's taco soup, corn bread and gooey butter cake, Chip asked the following:

Chip: Hey, what do you think Amanda is going to bring over when the baby's born?
Me: Are you serious? She's already brought us dinner twice and we haven't even had the child. She shouldn't bring us anything.
Chip: Yeah, but you know Amanda. She will. I bet Rob will come over and grill filets. And she'll make a souffle.
Me: I can't believe how greedy you are.
Chip: Whatever. I can't wait for the baby to get here. I bet they'll be bacon-wrapped filets.

1 comment:

  1. I'm just trying to keep Chip nourished for what's to come. He needs his strumf.


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