Tomorrow is Hubby's 77th birthday and in gratitude that he has made it this far -- and is still kicking up havoc -- I spent the day cooking for him.
Though he is the better chef and I'm just the run-of-the-mill cook, I've found that if I'm not working and don't put in special requests, he leaves the kitchen to me. I've gotten really good at breakfast and though I don't put together over-night casseroles and neither of us like eggs Benedict, I can throw together a decent omelet, hot tea, and toast with grape jelly in a jiffy. I'm also good at french toast, though we rarely have thick enough bread to make it really good.
I have a casserole I got from my mother 50 some years ago that he really likes -- we always called it Mexican casserole and it's so simple -- just sausage, large elbow pasta, green peppers, onions, tomatoes, chili powder, salt, pepper, a little sugar and at the last a huge plop of sour cream. So today I put together a two casserole pots of the stuff and then used the left0ver pasta for a pan of homemade macaroni and cheese. We've got pork chops in the house to go with that. There is also sugar-free apple pie and ice cream. Hubby will be dining with pleasure.
The present the pups and I picked out for him has really pleased us -- we ordered him a denim embroidered Schnauzer shirt with his last name on it (since we had two dogs, it seemed polite to use everyone's last name instead of leaving a doggie's name out). We think he will really like it.
So we are set for his birthday celebration tomorrow. And we are counting our blessings that HE is here to celebrate with us. Life is good.