Why Cook...

It's been a maddening 48 hours...

I've had two days off...and when my wife hears that she starts her wheels turning...chores

The old men at the barbershop called it the "Honey Do List"...

My problem is I actually plan my days off to matter. Generally it's "Matty do things for house, home, and cook your wife a romantic dinner". And then my wife throws in the old (and I swear she got this from the mother-in-law) if you're able to, can you do, THIS , THIS, and THAT?

ahem...cough, sputter...any hope at a day off with chores allowing you to work out, maybe watch the tube, or just leisurely do things...GONE.

So on our way to the Outer Banks, aka OBX (I hate that sticker), I said, "Honey, I'm gonna pre-fix that bomb ass Chlli of Michael Simon's...the one with pork shoulder and black eyed peas, with toasted corn bread. And, you wanted that "Roasted Heirloom Tomato Soup with Basil"? Sure, I'll cook that too.

7am wake-up...I cooked...scrupulously. Hell, both of us barely cooked all summer. I cooked my ass off like it was Thanksgiving..plus I cleaned the house, manicured the lawn, ran with the dog, cleaned the house...cooked....good dang Lord....

Spectacular!

That IS the reason to cook. It's sweat. It's the actual Puritan work ethic saying, "Yes, work hard, it makes things better...work your ass off son...and maybe, just maybe you will be a god"...

And I am in my own mind...

And in my own mind, the muse for the pan to the electric ratty ass burner (God, for Christmas or any other holiday you value please allow us to have a gas stove), I cooked my ass off because my wife adores the Redskins, the NFL, Football, and the fall. Mix my wife's sentiments and the fact we fell in love this time of year, I am a hopeless and hapless complainer, sadistically enjoying my plight, secretly hiding the fact that I'm enjoying myself for the fact that...

Sunday night...the START at the NFL season Redskins vs. dallas cow pokes...our menu will be:

Pork Shoulder Chili with Black Eyed Peas, Smoked Cheddars, and Cilantro Creme Fresche

Toasted Corn Bread and Butter

BEER (LOTS OF IT)

Dessert: BEER, Jacobs Harmonica and Guitar Entertainment (Liquor)

Breakfast: Tylenol and Ibuprofen