Chef Rex

I am sick. I stayed home from school today. :-( Luckily, I have a husband who loves me and is taking care of me. Actually, he is currently in the kitchen *attempting* to make me dinner. I must admit, this has me concerned. Rex has 17817235463547236298 strengths, but I do not count cooking as one of them (neither does he). That's why I do 99% of the cooking in this relationship. Plus, I really like cooking, so it works out well for both of us. I offered to order pizza today because I can't cook, but Rex wouldn't have it. He started calling himself "Chef Rex" and speaking in a French accent. Oh boy.

Since you are not living with us, let me brief you on the last two (and only two) times Rex has tried to cook for me.

1. I was sick this summer, and he offered to make me a grilled cheese. I said that sounded great, and he stared to cook it. Well, kind of. When it was handed to me, it was a blackened ball of doughy food-like substance. Apparently when I told him to put butter on the bread, he soaked the bread in butter instead. Then he burnt the soggy bread in some melted cheese. Yummy...

2. He cooked one of those "dump this bag of stuff in the skillet and put the sauce on" packages. Apparently the directions said to put a bit of oil in the pan to help fry the meal. I walked in and said, "Wow...how much oil did you put in there?! Our apartment smells like that phase I went through as a kid when I made elephant ears every day!" He responded with, "Okay, the amount of oil isn't our biggest issue now. Our bigger issue is YOU KNOW HOW TO MAKE ELEPHANT EARS AND NEVER TOLD ME!??" Ha ha ha... but the kitchen smelled really bad. And then somehow he burned the meal anyway, despite the fact that it was swimming in oil, and the entire apartment smoked up and we had to open the door and let all of our heat out so that the smoke would go away.


Get the idea? Good. So you can understand my concern on having "Chef Rex" cook my dinner tonight. He asked for requests and I requested soup. I requested this for two reasons. One: soup is really tasty for sick people. Two: It is the easiest possible meal I can think of. You dump the can in the pot and heat it up. The end.

He brought out all of our kinds of soup and put them in front of me as the "menu" so that I could pick what I wanted. I chose vegetable. Then he brought me my drink (water), and put it on the table. I couldn't reach it from the couch, though, so the cat came and started drinking it. Blast! I complained of cats in the restaurant, and Chef Rex put Elsie in the bathroom. Then he got to work on my dinner (which is what he is doing now).

Hold on...he says dinner is ready...I am going to eat it and then fill you in.

...nervous first spoonful...

...tentative second spoonful...

...could it be?...

...no way...

...I think it's...

...it's...

...it's delicious!...

NEWS FLASH: Chef Rex is a soup extraordinaire! The soup was VERY good! YAY!! Rex can cook something! WHOO HOO!!! First stop: canned soup. Next stop: Owning his own gourmet restaurant! Well...maybe. :-)