Why I love Steve

I'm a horrible cook. I know it. Sure, I try to make things that are tasty. But I get distracted easily. Recipes take too long to review and decipher. I'm pretty sure I could try harder, but I have one thing standing in my way. Steve, my husband.

Steve can cook. And I mean he can cook well. Make you weak in the knees well. And he has, on many occasions.

Take last night, for example. Steve decided to make cinnamon sticky buns. The pictures below don't quite do them justice. They're all sticky, buttery, and sweet.

Make you have the Big O with just one bite.

Herein lies the problem. Steve cooked for me as soon as we started dating, so I just never felt the need to cook. Why turn down sticky buns in favor of my "Famous Squishy French Toast"? I'm sure you understand. So Steve cooks, I'm happy, and in turn, Steve is happy.