Now this is a photo of the perfect man.  He's about to cook me that slab of ribs. And behind him is a pot of mashed potatoes.  He will fix coffee right after supper (eaten while we watch "The Wheel").
About 7:30 he will get up and fix me a bowl of apple pie a la mode.  You can forgive a lot of faults in a man when he knows the important ways to spoil you. Ya'll can have your diamond rings and mansions cause  I married a miracle - a man that can cook!