These Ribs Are Making Me Fat
Okay, these ribs have to heal soon; I need to work out. For one thing, our friend Chris recently introduced us to Chubby Hubby. I'm sure you guys know all about it since it's been around forever, but Drew and I had no idea such a delicious ice cream flavor existed.
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.
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.
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