What is it about feeding men that makes us feel so good? (Or maybe it's just me...)
Last night, Jeff was working late. I had just made a pot of chicken stew and he was hungry. He was expecting to be very late and I offered to bring supper up to him. He asked if I would bring two extra bowls worth for the other guys that were working along side him. I offered to just bring the whole pot and he said that sounded great.
I was happy to bring the stew, but somehow felt guilty that I didn't have a homemade dessert to go with it. When did the soul of Betty Crocker overtake me?! LOL! Jeff made it home with half of the stew in tow. He said they really enjoyed it and were thankful to have it, and yet I still felt bad for not having a dessert...?
So, are you a Betty Crocker wanna-be, too, or is it just me?



