My husbands favorite meal is Chicken Fried Steak. It’s my go to “I’m sorry” meal, or my “I know you’ve had a rough week” meal or even just an “I love you” meal.
I HATE to make it. Really, I do. It’s horrid and time consuming and you’d have to;
a.) reeeeaallly love chicken fried steak, or
b.) have some serious sucking up to do
to even want to attempt it.
I made it once after I broke our 55″ 3D TV, on accident (I cannot stress this enough) and I literally saw Charlie’s heart ripped from his chest, kinda like the Queen does in Once Upon A Time… it was pretty similar. It was the ultimate “I’m-sorry-I-know-you’ve-had-a-rough-week-I-love-you” meal. I should also add there was a bit of “please-don’t-divorce-me-over-this” in there too. Hehe, OK maybe not.
If making ridiculously amazing food is my love language, than this was the ultimate sign of submission.
He doesn’t get it as often as he likes, because I’m rarely wrong (heh) but Charlie’s birthday warrants it, and as you know, it was his birthday on Monday.