It’s no secret that my domestic skills are, well, lacking. I have no food in my fridge and the when I do buy food it goes bad (by the way, yes, I did finally throw out the expired eggs in my fridge).  But somehow I have managed to survive on my own and not starve to death. Barely.

Last week ED picked me up from the airport after my trip to Chicago.  I knew he wouldn’t be able to stay long due to some other obligations. Not wanting to make him feel bad about having to leave so quickly I told him I was fine to find food on my own. To which he laughed. In an effort to prove him wrong I walked into my kitchen to show him that yes, I actually do have some food in my house… somewhere. You just have to be creative.

“Summer you are like the cousin Eddie on the Griswalds. ‘I don’t know why they call it Hamburger Helper because I’ve made it before and it tastes just fine without’. You have tuna helper but no tuna. You have Eggo waffles but no syrup. Honey you don’t even have milk! Please, let me order us some Chinese food?”

To which I broke down and bawled, not because he kept comparing me to Cousin Eddie (who apparently makes his own ketchup too), but because he cares enough to put off pressing plans to make sure I don’t die of hunger.

If that ain’t love then I don’t know what is.

Blogfully yours,

Summer

PS – If you are not familiar with Cousin Eddie click HERE.

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