We’re still standing

Wow, it’s been a heck of a few months.  I have hated not having enough time to write, but as life will do, you blink and it’s been five months since you’ve written a word.   As my fellow chef spouses will understand, the holidays can be particularly difficult on schedules as you can pretty much count the Chef out of any and all holiday gift buying/planning/shipping/wrapping.  Thank god for Amazon Prime.  If not for this service, I truly don’t know what I would have done.

My 4-year-old ninja

My 4-year-old ninja

Fallen 2-year-old princess

Fallen 2-year-old princess

The Chef and I also celebrated our 4th Anniversary on December 22nd, Christmas, New Year’s, my son’s 4th birthday (Ninja Turtles for him) and then my daughter’s 2nd birthday(Frozen for her).  The good news, is we’re officially through all of it and heading into a week long vacation at the beach in a few days.

The Chef has had quite a bit going on at the restaurant … change of ownership, change of leadership in his restaurant group, lots of high level departures (i guess as a result of the first two things) and he’s literally worked for an entire month straight, no break, no days off … just more work.  It’s funny, when he goes through these kinds of stretches of being away from the house, I almost always begin the process feeling totally stressed about how crazy life will be, but then poof .. it’s over and it doesn’t seem like it was that bad.   Of course, my nails are a mess, I’m pretty sure I’ve got a unibrow, laundry is everywhere, and my car is overdue for an oil change, but we’re alive, healthy, happy and mostly in tact.

How do you guys handle this, as chef wives/girlfriends?  What’s the longest stretch your chef has ever gone without a day off?  If you’ve got little people, what do you do to occupy them and yourself?

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The Benefits of a Chef Husband

I was off from work today to recover from my steroid shot to the spine (thankfully I’m asleep when said shot enters my back) and was feeling a little better this morning than I expected. So, after taking the kids to daycare, the hubs and I found ourselves free from kids, work and responsibility and decided to check out the West Egg in West Midtown for breakfast. I cannot believe it took us this long to check this place out. The coffee, the food, the vibe. All awesome. We started off with a Cafe Cubano.

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Yup. Delicious. Of course I needed more caffeine so I went for a Cortado.

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Double yum. And with a heart on top. Almost too cute to drink. Almost.

We started with Fried Green Tomatoes with bacon and pimento cheese, but we are it too fast to get a picture. So dang good I found myself watching to make sure the chef didn’t eat any of “my half” of the dish. I’m a libra. I need balance and fairness and bacon.

By the time breakfast came I was pretty caffeinated and full, but I pushed through because, well this…

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An egg white omelet with (more) pimento cheese and (more) bacon. The egg whites are strictly my preference. I am by no means trying to “healthy up” bacon and cheese. I just prefer egg whites. The potatoes were delicious, I couldn’t make it to the biscuit, but I’m sure it would have been as amazing as everything else.

But here’s the best part. And this is where being married to a chef rocks. When I sat basking in my foodgasm glow, I said something along the lines “I wish I could make something that tastes that good” when the Chef chimes in with, “you know I can make that for you.” Um, duh. Sometimes I forget that he can pretty much cook anything and make it taste amazing. Sometimes I forget. I appreciate it when he reminds me without sounding like a cocky asshole. Just a gentle, “I could make that at home.” So I’m headed to the store for eggs, bacon and pimento cheese. I can already taste Sunday’s breakfast!

I have no idea what he ate. Probably some kind of Eggs Benedict, who knows. I was too busy stuffing my face.