Many of you are probably wondering about my culinary limitations and how they came to be. Back in 1980…just kidding. Actually it was 1987, which happens to be the year Cowboy and I were married. I had received many cookbooks as wedding gifts. I’d hoped that cookbooks were a standard wedding gift for new brides because I had received 7 of them. By the way, we had the best wedding showers. A favorite of mine was our “Couples Pounding”. I had no idea what it was but I was excited to be the honored guest along with Mr. Wrangler Man.
As we drove to our couples pounding I had asked Cowboy what I should expect. He told me that he had never been married so he had no idea what we were “gettin” ourselves into. Gettin…I love it when he speaks “cowboy” to me. I told him it was probably a get-together where all of the married couples would give us advise on how NOT to pound one another if we were to ever argue. I couldn’t imagine argueing with him because we were just perfect for one another! We quickly learned that the pounding was a shower where the invited guests were to fill a paper grocery bag with food and spices that began with the first letter of their last name. Pretty cool huh? We had so much fun!
Cowboy and I were driving to “our home” after returning from our honeymoon and he asked me what I was thinking about. I told him that I couldn’t wait to get home and unpack our gifts, especially the cookbooks. I wanted to learn as many new recipes as I could! He chuckled and said “just one recipe would be a great start”. Okay smarty pants, challenge accepted!
Cowboy also mentioned that he hid the key to our house and he was pretty confident that no one could get in and “change things around”. Apparently that was the last gift given to newlyweds (by our friends). This “gift” would include re-arranging furniture, short-sheeting beds, etc.
There he goes again being all cute and smart and thinking ahead. He thinks of everything.
We returned home from our honeymoon at 2:00 a.m. Cowboy hands me the keys to unlock the door as he unloads our 5 suitcases…I may have over packed …just a smidge.
I opened the door and just stood there looking. Sweet Jesus!
COWBOY: What’s wrong? Why don’t you go on in the house?
ME: Houston we’ve got a serious problem.
to be continued next Sunday ya’ll- Tammy
