The Quickest Way to a Man's Heart is through his Stomach...mostly.

Yesterday I was driving by a bakery that has the old quote, "The quickest way to a man's heart is through his stomach" and it reminded me of the first time I heard that in high school.

Back in the day I had this amazingly beautiful friend, Kristi - in fact, if she had introduced me as a friend back then I would have felt seriously honored(we're still friends and she's still beautiful by the way).  Anyhow, at this same time I had a MAJOR crush on this guy named Frank.  Now, Frank was beautiful,  cool, and played some sweet guitar and sang in his band.  So, I went to my friend Kristi for advice since she was always surrounded by several admiring boys.  She said to me, "Megan, make him some cookies."  And I thought, "Really?"  And she replied with that great quote and it sounded like such a gem of wisdom I did that exact thing.  I made him cookies and she took me over to his house.  Now, you must know that I hadn't ever talked to this guy- I only knew where he lived by looking his last name up in the white pages.  Luckily he had a more uncommon name though I remember feeling nervous that it wouldn't be his house.  Anyhow, I knocked, handed over the cookies and said, "I made these for you."  He was VERY surprised and probably slightly weirded out and said, "Uhh...thanks."  And then I said, "Bye!"  And ran back to the car where Kristi was waiting.  And that was it.  I waited for his stomach to be enchanted by my amazing cookies and to communicate with his heart how much he loved me and was attracted to me.  Unfortunately, it never happened.

Now, I'm sure Kristi had the best of intentions.  She must have thought, I make cookies and yummy stuff and these guys are all over me.  But she was mistaken - it wasn't the cookies - it was the fact that she was a cute, smart, fun cheerleader.   And I was a flat-chested, obnoxious tomboy who was OFTEN mistaken for her older brother.  

Now though, I see that one way to my husband's heart is through his stomach.  But even more his eyes - no, I don't mean that - I mean when he comes home and the house is clean, dinner's cooking, and we all appear pretty happy.  Who wouldn't love to come home to that?  But even when he comes home and the baby is dirty and crying, as am I and the house...he's pretty darn great.  He jumps right in and helps out.  Anyhow, the best way to MY heart IS through my stomach - especially when it's REAL FOOD.  I recently ate out at Pizzeria Seven Twelve  and the whole meal was sort of like foreplay.  I couldn't stop saying "Ohhh, mmmmm, oh my gosh, mmmm"  It was REALLY REALLY good.  Go there.

Also, a friend of mine has been keeping this blog on food that I like and has recently asked me if I wanted to start contributing on it.  And I accepted the invite since try as I might not to, I love love love to add more blogs to my list of things to do.  Anyhow, later today I am going to post about the yummy, made from scratch but easy black beans and rice we're having for dinner.  Till then...

p.s.  I am redesigning that blog for her.  Isn't it cute?  Do you want help redesigning your blog?  I just might be into that...

p.p.s.  Here's Pizzeria Seven Twelve's blog if you're into that...