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My man loves the grocery store (and it’s super sexy)

“Icing,” she said. “All you need to get is the icing.” Sounds easy, right?

Your man deserves a big ole sloppy kiss. Especially if cooking is his love language. (Or he loves the grocery store – super sexy!)

And no pressure. There’s just a roomful of small children waiting to decorate a gazillion cookies. Icing: the foundation for all things yum. Without it, there will be no marriage of cookie to sprinkle. Sigh.

I can totally do this!

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Grocery shopping

Ladies, it took some serious coaching from my friend over at the blog, MissFoodieTwoShoes, to buy that icing. She and I exchanged several texts before I successfully completed this assignment.

Her: How many tubs of icing are you getting?
Me: I don’t know. I got confused and just walked out of the store without any. I saw icing TUBES and frosting TUBS. I wasn’t sure what to get.

Her: I think the TUBS make the most sense.

Me: Ok, but I didn’t see “icing” tubs. Only “frosting” tubs. I thought we wanted “icing.”

Her: Um, icing and frosting are the same thing…

Me: Oh.


Which probably explains why I don’t write a food blog.

Or grocery shop. When I do, my husband says things, like, “Why did you get that?” What do you mean, “Why?” You told me you wanted to make a salad, so I got lettuce (duh). To which he’ll reply, “Nope, that’s a head of cabbage.”




Love languages

No, I don’t cook.

Not that I’d suck at it. (Clearly, I’d be amazing.) But, ya’ll, cooking is one of those love language things that my husband likes to do for me and the boys.

So says the 4-year-old: “Daddy, I don’t want you to die for a long time. Because you go to the grocery store and make us food.”

Sometimes I cook (scrambled eggs anyone?) – and write about it. Like how to make spinach avocado pancakes (super easy! kid friendly! perfect for car trips! no butter needed!) Or how to melt butter on a donut. Who knows, maybe food blogging is in my future. (And I can totally rock some icing-shopping now.)

In the meantime, I say if the #RockStarDad in your life brings home the bacon and/or cooks it, give him a big sloppy kiss. He deserves it. And feel free to give his butt a sexy thank you squeeze – I’m pretty sure he won’t complain.

Oh, and take my advice: never cook rice for 20 minutes in the microwave.



What’s your man’s specialty in the kitchen? Comment below or on Facebook at MothersRest.


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