Thursday, November 4, 2010
Introducing the Chef
Five Love Languages? Well, I have to disagree, with us, there is a sixth love language, and it's food. We love to eat. We love to cook together, to go to fancy restaurants, to well... enjoy food. This is also why four years after our wedding (and before I got knocked up) I was carrying an extra 15 pounds. Oh well.
Now the Chef doesn't like getting his picture taken, especially by me. But he's so adorable I try to sneak them in, here he is trying to look serious (see pic above).
When the Chef isn't busy whipping up an incredible meal for me, my family, our friends, he also teaches Kung Fu. A Chef who could kill someone with his thumb-- he's like Steven Seagal in Under Siege, although not as scary! :) Last weekend we watched the new Karate Kid movie with Jackie Chan, and the Chef spent the whole time 1) complaining about the title of the movie-- they were in China learning Kung Fu, not karate; 2) and the rest of the time picking apart the different forms of martial arts.
For this cowgirl I still find it fascinating. Where I'm from, if someone wants to start a fight they just go behind the rodeo corrals and have a fist fight-- nothing fancy like kicking and pressure points. Is it shallow that I think its so incredibly awesome that my husband can break bricks?