I was feeling a bit under the weather over the weekend – kind of nauseous and just not all there energy-wise. Finally started to get my appetite back on Sunday, but my energy level was nowhere near what it should be. Just didn’t feel like doing anything at all.
But Superman came to my rescue. Boyfriend (aka The Man) decided to take matters into his own hands and do the cooking himself. My guess is that it wasn’t only for my benefit. He was mighty hungry for a home cooked meal himself. However, I like to believe he was mainly thinking of me.
He made the juiciest, yummiest baby back ribs. I managed enough strength to throw together my super-secret special potato salad. We sat on the couch with a huge community platter of ribs, potato salad, beans and bread and watched television until the food coma snuck up on both of us.
He can be so sweet sometimes.