My Baking Hubbie

husband is a dab hand at baking. If I
have had a trying day with the children and look at him pleadingly for long
enough he usually folds and bakes me up a fresh batch of something. Cake always seems to take the edge off my
stresses, there is always an occasion for it!!!

signature cake is usually very chocolaty. 
I think I must put on calories just being in the same room as it.

His rocky road bars are the talk of the
town; one fundraiser there was a big queue to get close to them. People were going back for seconds, thirds…

The only thing is he is not really dressed for
baking. The children and I all have
aprons; the boys even have little matching chef hats too! Hubbie on the other hand seems to wipe flour
and other random ingredients all over his clothes. Sigh.

guess I can forgive him for keeping me in a ready supply of cake, but still I
think its time he dressed appropriately! 
I do not think he would thank me if I suggested something pink and
frilly, so an apron a bit more manly.

not sure if those two words (apron and manly) can live happily alongside each
other, so possibly I think the naked chef nailed it cooking in the all
together. But I think it’s safer to don
a quality apron for the task at hand! I
don’t want him to scorch anything…

forget the manly part, I have found the perfect solution. One that will guarantee my future happiness…

you think he will get the hint? If not
I will up my game and get him the whole co-ordinating range! With every kitchen accessory shouting out my
desire for more cake!!!

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