This blog is a place for wives, girlfriends, significant others, and anyone else stuck to a chef to come together and chirp to each other about how to deal with the nonsense that goes along with being the wife of a chef. I was struggling to live with a ghost of a husband who I never saw until I met two other chefs' wives that saved me. It was then that I realized there must be more who need love and support too, right? Hilary, First Lady Desperate Chefs'Wives instagram @hilarya25
Wednesday, January 28, 2009
Around 5:23 I got the call from the branches of the phone tree at work saying that school was cancelled. Well this quick phone call must have triggered something in Erik because he was yammering on about a burger restaurant.
"Did she get your order?"
"Order, no that was S, there is no school today."
"Yeah, but did you place your order? We are in a burger joint, right?"
"NO! We are in our bedroom, it's 5:3o AM. No burgers."
"Yeah, we have to order the burgers. I know there are burgers here."
This non-conversation went on for about 10 minutes and I was fuming by the end. If I didn't have to get up for work, I wanted to sleep in as long as I could. I think this edition of chef mumbles was triggered by my husband's general love of burgers and our recent trip to 5 Guys in Hoboken. It's our new favorite burger place. And it's not even in our bedroom-they have locations all over.
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when i asked my husband last night what he did with the wine he just opened, he said, in a state of delirium "it's in the walk-in" :)
They sometimes forget to "turn off" the chef.
My favorite from my chef: "Twelve portions..." what? "The gratin makes twelve portions. He shouldn't be getting less. Tell him" Ok honey. I will. :)
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