They wanted: bbq ribs, cowboy beans, mashed potatoes w/gravy and broccoli. Seriously, they asked for broccoli. (Where have I gone wrong?)
Andrew cooked much of the day. I took the boys to the pool. We stayed out of his way so he could use his creative energy to make us a most amazing meal.
When we walked in the door, the smell hit me in the face.
I was shocked.
I smelled mustard.
I know I’m in the minority by a long shot, but I absolutely ABHOR mustard. (We’ve had a deal around here for years that no one can say HATE so we have lots of good synonyms.)
So I despise mustard.
How long has Andrew known me? EIGHTEEN FRICKING YEARS?
And yet, he put mustard in the cowboy beans.