“If you hold your tongue and say ‘olive juice’, it sounds like ‘I love you’.” Farm Boy said with a smile. 

Put a smile on my face, what a great way to start yesterday morning. Little did I know that the day was headed for a downward spiral in less than an hour.

I got up yesterday morning for work and found myself with extra time. Farm Boy was still in bed sine he had the day off and had proclaimed it to be his lazy day. I wen about gathering up the laundry and found enough for a load. I looked at the clock and realized time had somehow slipped by and I was going to be late if I didn’t get a move on. I stopped checking pockets and turning socks and shirts right side out…just threw everything in. BIG MISTAKE! 

I drove to work only to discover that I wasn’t even scheduled to work! YESSSS! Now I could have a lazy day with my man. When I got back to the apartment, I remembered the laundry and went to switch the load to the dryer..As I grabbed a pair of his jeans out fell his leather wallet..fishing through the pockets I then found his paycheck….I felt so terrible. I laid everything out and called him over to confess what I had just done. Lucky for me he is sweeter than sweet corn. He laughed and hugged me saying it was ok and that the wallet had never been washed and probably needed a good bath by now. Thank goodness nothing in the wallet was paper, save an old hunting license which was expired and he somehow managed to save the check. Phew!

Moving on, we cleaned the house and he left to play golf with his family. My friend came over and we chatted until she had to leave for work. When He got home he looked disappointed. He told me that his motorcycle had broken. My poor Darlin’! He worked so hard on that thing to get it to work and now it was busted. He had to start over. He had also just gotten his truck settlement. $500.  Motorcycle is going to have to wait awhile.

I felt so bad for him. I know good food in a man’s belly makes him happy so I told him I would make something special..whatever he wanted…

Peach cobbler. 
Well, he left to go to dinner with his sister (visiting from out of town) I found a recipe and made my way to the store…Who knew finding fresh peaches in April was such a challenge? 5 stores and no luck. I settled  on nectarines as they have a similar taste  and texture. Brought those home and got started on the cobbler about the same time as he was getting back. He helped me with the crumb topping and went to search the internet for motorcycles. 

I got the cobbler in the oven and began making the maple cream sauce that I was going to drizzle over the finished cobbler…It was going great. I got the sauce finished and put its pan into an ice bath to cool and thicken it. I was so concentrated on the sauce that I forgot to turn the burner off. Unfortunately this oven has no light to signal that the burner is on, nor does the burner light up. I walked away to fold some more laundry until the timer went off.

DING!

I pulled the cobbler out of the oven and set it on the stove, still unaware that the burner was on. It looked beautiful. All golden and caramelized. I called him in to see it. He grinned ear to ear telling me  it looked delicious and he wanted to eat it right away. I agreed and turned to get some bowls as he walked out of the kitchen. I turned back around just in time to see the glass shatter with a loud crack. I screamed and jumped, scaring him half to death, he came running  back to me.  

I was almost in tears. I couldn’t believe it. I just stared at what was left of my nectarine cobbler until he assisted me out of the kitchen because my toe was bleeding. He began cleaning. I stood back and watched in horror..He was surely mad now. First his wallet, paycheck and now this…
He looked up and saw me standing there. I must have looked super pitiful because he stopped picking up glass and came over to wrap me in his arms. “Its ok Honey eyes” He said..”sometimes nectarine cobbler explodes. I’m not mad, I still love you very much and I still think you are the best cook in the world.” He knows how to put a smile back on my face. I helped him clean and we went to the store to retrieve more peaches and start over. I wasn’t going to let the night end like that. 

This  time we got canned peaches and made sure burners were off. The cobbler was more beautiful than before and tasted great with the cream sauce. He smiled and kissed me. We sat there eating our cobbler and drinking milk. I got up to take my plate to the sink and as I reached for his on the coffee table, I knocked what was left of his milk off the table and all over his feet and the carpet. 

Not only had I washed his wallet and paycheck, exploded cobbler and glass all over the kitchen..on a let down of a day…I spilled milk all over. I could barely stop the tears. Worst girlfriend award goes to this girl.

I am so lucky to have him. He is slow to anger and quick with kindness, gentleness and understanding. I love him very much and he loves me, even when I ruin his things and make messes. He just held me tight, “Olive juice Honey”. “Olive Juice too Darlin” I said.