Yesterday was pretty epic in migraine land. After throwing 4 Excedrin Migraine down my gullet and having it not even make a dent, not even knock on the gate, I finally took a Maxalt. I really don’t enjoy taking this drug. I mean it works and all, takes the pain away, but it makes me feel GROSS and adding it on top of the meds already in my system and I was feeling beyond gross by the time the husband came home from work.
He was fabulous about dinner and decided that he could tackle making the bag of pizza rolls that I had picked up earlier in the day for Sprog…
I wandered in the kitchen while they were cooking and inquired if he might need some help. See, my husband only cooks if it means grilling something. He likes to tell me he can cook but then follows that with the phrase “Hamburger Helper” and then he is denied. So I tend to give him a hard time whenever he is in my kitchen. Anyway, I asked about him needing help and he said that he was fine, they were already in the oven and in fact, almost done.
What are you cooking them on?
The cookie sheet
Did you put tinfoil on it first?
No?
Honey, didn’t you see how nasty that thing is?
Well, I wiped it off first! It will be fine, it’s like the grill right, all that stuff is just flavor
*sigh*
So I can hear them sizzling away and I tell him that they are done but he balks about them not being quite crispy enough. I push the issue because I know that the sizzling means that all the filling is starting to burst out of them and soon it’s just going to be a large, gross, hard to clean mess. So he relents and opens the door to remove the tray and that is when I see the most perfectly ordered tray of pizza rolls I have ever seen in my life. My husband, the computer engineer, has lined each and every pizza roll out into a perfect grid.
Oh. My. God.
How completely adorable is that?
