I love it when friends arrive on a food mission. Last weekend, our New York friends A and P showed up with a clear food itinerary for the weekend. They wanted to eat, in no particular order, ice cream from the local ice cream parlor here in town, Jake’s homemade peanut butter chocolate chip cookies, and the Eggs McHusband, arguably Jake’s most winning contribution to the culinary world so far — a farm fresh fried egg and cheese sandwiched in a homemade biscuit.
When a man can make a biscuit this light and flaky and buttery, he is officially Southern. That means I’m married to a Southerner. (And no, there are no Stars N Bars bumper stickers on any of our vehicles!)
Witness: The Eggs McHusband, breakfast of fantasies.
I like to think that A and P have highly discerning tastes when it comes to food — P prepared us the most delightful thrice folded French omelet during his stay — so I have no choice but to conclude the Eggs McHusband satisfied their palates because a rather large box from fancy William and Sonoma showed up yesterday bearing, among its treasures, this manly apron:
The McHusband models his namesake
When we first saw it, I exclaimed, “Wow, someone from William & Sonoma reads my blog! How delightful! They designed an apron named after your breakfast sandwich, babe!”
Jake patted my belly and said, “Um, no hon. I’m pretty sure it was monogrammed by A and P.”
You see, there is an inverse relationship between the size of a pregnant belly and one’s brain. The bigger the stomach, the smaller the brain. My mental capacity these days is somewhere around that of a four-year old’s.
The box also contained an apron — a red one — bearing the words McWife (that’s what I am! Really! A McWife!) and an assortment of heavy, stainless steel biscuit cutters in a variety of sizes. That’s right: Biscuit cutters. Variety of sizes. Southern. Who’s south of the Mason-Dixon line, hmm?
There will be a future post devoted to these masterly tools, I assure you.
A and P, thank you!
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Too funny!
By the way………………..did I miss the recipe for Jake’s homemade peanut butter chocolate chip cookies? I think if we don’t get it now, you will be way too busy in 4 weeks!!! You looked AMAZING today (I won’t bring up a certain “glow”). By the way, my contribution to names was “June Deere”- think about it!!!! When she gets married and her husband calls her “June, dear” it will be so appropriate! Take care.
Hi Melanie: Turns out the cookie recipe isn’t written down anywhere. It’s lodged in Jake’s brain; he made it up. When I asked him to divulge, he was uncharacteristically territorial about it. I’m still working on it. I LOVED your June Deere! LOVED IT!
You are not the first, nor will be the last to suffer from the aforementioned “pregnancy brain.” Somehow human growth hormone levels must have an inverse relation to IQ. Luckily it is temporary, but is quickly replaced by “mommy brain” and that can take years to clear up completely.
Karen: Might as well give up now, right?