I show love through food.

So.  

I show my love through food.

I know I have mentioned that I am not much of a domestic-istist.

And I'm not.

But I can create a spread.

Because I like food.

And I can follow a recipe.

But like, if I were on Iron Chef America I would just end up in the fetal position after the secret ingredient was revealed. 

 For sure.

But anyways.

I love food.  It's really unfortunate.  

But did you hear? There are actually 6 languages of love.

Words of Affirmation

Quality Time

Receiving Gifts

Acts of Service

Physical Touch 

and the redheaded step child

Food Giving.

It's your birthday?  

Let me make you some monkey bread for breakfast, 

A special smiley face sandwich for lunch,

and your favorite Cafe Rio pork burritos for dinner.

A holiday?

We better decorate the kitchen with tacky crape paper

and make food colored, special shaped pancakes.

You had a bad day at work?

I'm going to make a new special soup that warms souls on bad days at work.

Other girls were mean at school?

Lets head down to the JCW's for an expensive shake.  

That should band aid those mean girl wounds.

Sick?

Chicken noodle soup.  Absolutely.

(with homemade mashed potatoes, some fresh french bread, and maybe cheesecake?)

I was a crazy screaming maniac this morning because you absolutely cannot change the speed of which you put on your shoes and brush your teeth no matter how many times I scream that if you miss the bus you are really going to have to walk to school this time!!?

Surely you can expect some phenomenal  funfetti cupcakes waiting for you when you get home from school.  Peace offering.

Family night?

Usually some form of enchilada.

Oh. Ryan wants to invite a few friends over for dinner?

Surely I better spend at least a Benjamin at the Smiths to make sure they still like us when they leave.

Ryan would take a plate of nachos over any of this nonsense.

Spending money on food makes him crazy.  

And Tatum would be just fine with pretzel gold fish, and some string cheese.

Nobody likes me, everybody hates me.

But. But. But.

Last weekend, we had Tatum a little Christmas bash.

And those girls.

They appreciated my love language.

See.Watch.

See?  Yay me!

The only thing is
I didn't plan anything else for this shindig.
hmmph.
I mean, party. food. party. food. party. food.
Is there anything else at a good party?
That my friends is in the eye of the beholder.
April beholds party. food. party. food. party. food.
I stand by the food table and wait for people to come talk to me there.
I always have a good time.  Try it.

Good thing the girls were more than happy to Beiberize our party all on their own.
When your 10 you behold this.
Beiber. food. beiber. food. beiber. food.
I'm getting all silly with this Beiberbusiness.
But, he's a party of our family, and not to be ignored.

And ps. DO NOT ASSUME THAT MY CHOCOLATE FOUNTAIN IS ANYTHING BUT PERFECT.
I damn near went into cardiac arrest okay.

Beiber Dance Party.

Watching the Beiber Macy's commercial.
Look at the joy.
They watched it at least 5 times
I'm not kidding.

At least they had fun!
:)

I LOVE THE HOLIDAYS!
and food.