These Ribs Are Making Me Fat
I. Fucking. Love. Chubby Hubby.
But the main reason I need to get back on the StairMaster is that Drew makes the absolute yummiest, most hunger-inspiring food ever. Last night we had fondue (fennel, apples, carrots, purple potatoes, and sourdough bread with a really nice gruyere cheese); that meal alone would have been worthy of a blog mention. But then this morning he took it to another level by using the leftover bread cubes to made us adorable, scrumptious little french toast cubes which we then showered with powdered sugar and maple syrup.
And now I'm fat.