Dating In The Kitchen

Written Wednesday, January 6th, 2010 by Theresa H Hall

On Sunday afternoon I asked my microwave popping, frozen dinner cooking husband, if he would care to browse our Half Hour Meals to choose a dessert from the recipes tab. He has such a sweet tooth that my suggestion pulled him up and off the sofa. Even the football game couldn't keep him from sitting down in front of my computer to look for good eats.

After about ten minutes he said he liked the one that he was pointing to on the screen, and he stood up from the chair to return to his sports game. "Hold on a minute and print out the formula, so we can be sure I have the necessary components," I said. Once that was done I took his hand to lead him into my hallowed abode, the kitchen. I surprised him by saying he was going to help me and we would call it our date. I could see from his expression that he believed I had tricked him, and with him looking like a deer standing still, directly in a car's headlights, he finally agreed.

My guy does not know where I keep things. When he helps me unload the dishwasher, I always find utensils stored away, but out of place. I decided that if he wanted his dessert, that this time, he was going to help me. I would prove to him that he could be a good baker, and that we could pull this off. We measured, poured, preheated and readied the loaf pans. We were going to make Best Ever Banana Cake, taken from LadyGourmet's Recipe Tab. I asked him to mash the fruit, which was ripened and ready to become something more. And yes, I wound up mashing them the rest of the way. Once the kitchen aid mixer was whirling, he began to understand he was doing a tasty chemistry project. It didn't take long to cream the butter and sugar, add in the eggs and then the buttermilk. I showed him how to get the flour into the cup without packing it down, and to add the baking soda, stir, and then after he chopped the walnuts to toss and coat them with the dry ingredients. Pretty soon he was enjoying himself. He relaxed and once the batter was poured, we put his masterpiece into the oven.

He looked as if he were going to go sit down in front of the television set again, so I talked fast and waylaid him once more. Clean up time. A long sigh escaped from between his lips and he forced a chagrinned smile. Five minutes later, I said he had done a great job, he kissed me and then finished watching his game. The timer going off didn't even make him turn his head.

We made the icing after the cake cooled down, and we sliced and iced. It was delicious. Click here to get this recipe and have a loved one or significant other be part of your kitchen brigade. He told me while he was eating his cake, that he might want to ask me on another date. Well ... what do you know, my strategy worked.

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