In June of 1998, after nine months of living a couple thousand miles apart, Wonder Woman drove across country to live with me in our new apartment in Arizona, where I had relocated while doing that whole Van Halen thing. She arrived late in the evening, and I left the following morning to go to work.
When I returned home at the end of the day, it was my first time returning to the place where my soon-to-be-wife and I now lived together, and she greeted me in a cute little black dress, then served us a delicious dinner of shrimp and fettucini, which she placed atop a tablecloth-covered moving box, since we didn’t have a stick of furniture.
I do believe I will always think of that night whenever she makes that dish for dinner … which she did this evening.
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oooh, Lemme know the next time she makes that! Looks delish and it’s one of my favorite dinners. I’ll hustle right over!
Suddenly very, very hungry…
That looks wonderful! And such a sweet story.
You are such a romantic! I love it!
Aw, so sweet that you remember that. I make this all the time, delish!
Awww…now that’s a good guy for ya!
Oh yum! Can you get her to post the recipe? It looks divine.
So romantic!!!
I gave up on cooking this week. That looks sooo good, I wish I was having that for dinner!