“Yum. These are amazing. Really good. Scrumptious even,” Brian exclaimed over dessert last week. When we met (way too long ago), my husband didn’t have much of a sweet tooth. In fact, I don’t even remember there being a box of cookies, or the lone candy wrapper blowing around like a tumbleweed in his apartment the first time I visited his abode. This was not the case for me. I always had a little sweet treat squirreled away. Who knew when that bar of chocolate I was saving for a rainy day would have come in handy? And it always did whenever I would start jonesing too hard.
But as the years progressed, sugar, and I, with our very own close personal relationship, began to wear him down. Brian still does not lap up pools of chocolate sauce, or partake of enormous [...]

Perhaps you all remember my quandary over the fridge that wouldn’t grow? My svelte refrigerator took some getting used to, and Brian was on the unhappy end of hearing my continual complaints, and the happy end of eating my latest, leftover inventions. So let me tell you what recently happened in my little kitchen. It goes something like this:
Brian answers his ringing cell phone only to hear the voice of his charming wife, “Can you pick up a container of plain yoghurt on your way home?” I ask.“Sure, how much do you need?”“Oh, about a cup, of plain– not vanilla.”“Got it, I’ll see you later.”Then I hung up the phone, and awaited my husband’s return. A few hours later, Brian came trudging home, carrying the hugest tub of yoghurt money can buy.“What is that!?!” I exclaimed.“It’s the yoghurt you asked for.”“Okay, but I asked [...]