Too Close for Comfort Food

by Allie on February 8, 2010

in Just Keepin' It Real,Recipes

My husband and I fight once every twenty-eight days. For the other twenty-seven days in between we are kind to each other, we express our love for one another, and sometimes we even do nice things for each other. And I cook lots and lots and lots. Especially the seven to ten days leading up to our almost once a month fight when my cravings really hit. I make brownies, ice cream, steak, cheesecake, lasagna, you-name-it-if-it’s-sweet-or-fattening-or-both. I cook like a chef on caffeine. Wait. I am a chef on caffeine.

Then we have a huge blow up over something trivial like his folded clothes that have been sitting on our bedroom loveseat for the last thirty-one days.

So I feel badly and whip up him some food, because well food is my comfort, and also apparently his too.

In the last eight years, eight months, and eight days that my husband and I have been mostly happily married, I have fattened him up by a grand total of twenty-eight pounds. But that is what he gets for doing silly things like coming up next to me while I am cooking Velveeta scrambled eggs for breakfast and patting me on my tummy while I am in one of my cooking moods.

He gets major payback with Dr Pepper Peanut Pralines.

We all know Dr Pepper plus peanuts plus praline goes right to the lovehandles (or in my case right to the hips and let’s face it–the butt). But they are so irresistible there’s no stopping once I get started.

Then I think: Wait. My mother-in-law’s name rhymes with praline. I may never be able to think the same way about these babies again. Oh wait. She thinks cokes are evil and poison. Plus she hates sugar. And milk is mucous. In other words, she’d be wetting her pants if she saw me serving these babies to my kids as an after-church snack right now. So praline is like a pissy Raylene. Okay, I can eat these things again. Chomp. Take a bite out of  mother-in-laws.

Anybody with me on this one?

Brings a whole new meaning to the term comfort food.

The Hubs and I Eight Years, Eight Months, and Eight Days Ago kissing on the steps of the Manti Temple the day of our wedding:

Me and the Hubs Yesterday:

Me Trying to Sneak a Kiss on the Hubs:

Heck, Even the Dog Resists Me (ya know, that’s pretty bad):

PS: I’m sure I brushed my teeth. Pretty sure.

Recipe for Dr Pepper Peanut Pralines

  • Queen of Quite A Lot

    Man, this makes me wish I wasn't allergic to peanuts (or pecans). Wonder what Dr Pepper CASHEW pralines would taste like? Hmmmm….

  • Foursons

    DP pralines? Yummy!

  • bianca

    You did it…you got bangs! Hooray! Do you totally love them?!?!?

  • Screwed Up Texan

    Queen of Quite A Lot: I am sure you could make them with cashews. I dont see why not. Cashews are my hub's fave.

    Foursons, Yes, yes, yes!

    Bianca: At first I wasnt so sure…then I had my husband fix them before church one morning. He did a great job. The bangs are starting to feel more like me.

  • FluffyChicky

    "Take a bite out of mother-in-laws" *snort* I am totally with you on that.

  • Sheril

    This sounds like the time line that runs thru my house every 28 days lol. Mu hubby gets lots of goodies around that time as well. Tho figures crossed that will be over for the next 9 months. lol sorry TMI. As always love your blog

  • Screwed Up Texan

    Congrats Sheril and Thank YOU!

  • NitWit1

    WOW you have guts posting a wedding day pic. and some 'afters'….

    I writing a series on how my husband missed our wedding day–the first date anyway. In the final post I plan to post a wedding day picture but forget any 'afters'!!!

  • Karen

    Truly looks like marital bliss.

    I love that you fight every 28 days……that is a good sign. Hubs should be able to predict when he needs to put his clothes away, that way. :)

  • Screwed Up Texan

    Karen, you'd think at least. lol

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