Bacon Fat and Cream Cheese

It was a beautiful weekend. all the stress was for naught. Everything was perfect, just perfect. We had a lovely evening on Friday...no worries about the food. While we had decided to go out for Sushi, we changed our minds because PJ had a snack prior to leaving home and wasn't hungry. So we went back to the house and snuggled (etc.) until after 10. At that point, he mentioned food and we decided on snacks. Grilled cheese and tomato. All that stressing and that's what we had and HE insisted on cooking. More snuggling and then bed (actually the bed came before the snuggling etc.) We were slow moving out of the bed on Saturday but managed to get to my "party" at a decent time. It was a beautiful day and all went well.

Sunday morning he decided to cook, again. I let him. He is pretty bossy about cooking and because his food is so good and I love being pampered, I don't see a point in arguing. While looking for ingredients, he asked if I had any bacon fat. Yes, bacon fat! That awful stuff that roomie used to keep hidden here and there labeling it "flavorings" as if I couldn't tell exactly what it was. I told him to check the freezer and look for the code word (flavorings) but I probably got rid of it all by now. I immediately texted roomie to tell her. She was thrilled that he wanted to use bacon fat. She said she liked him already but he needed to pass the cream cheese test... the litmus test for all people. So I asked him how he felt about cream cheese. He responded and I quote, "Who doesn't like cream cheese? I mean there has to be something wrong with you if you don't like cream cheese!" I nearly fell off my chair. If roomie wasn't married, I'd think she'd be all "Oh I love your boyfriend. And, it IS in the I"m going to steal him kind of way!" Okay, so roomie would never steal a man from me, but I know she already loves him! Now just wait til she meets him!