Picked up two meals. One, allegedly was to be my own, and the other was my lovely wife’s. TWO MEALS. As I accelerated accross the bridge marveling at the service and friendly attitude we had just experienced. Suddenly a great wind arose as if in rage at our crossing the icy water below. Barely able to keep my grasp on the steering wheel, I was thrown about as I heroically managed to keep us on the bridge. As I stared into the abyss that such a test can create in mortal man, my eyes began to focus on the swirling debris. Lamb bones and cracked carapace torn from tender flesh in an apparent orgy of violence and appetite flew about the cabin at high speed. The whites of my eyes shined bright in stunned disbelief as I met the gaze of my loving wife accross the battle plain of the seat. Suddenly a burp popped free and she giggled in embarrassed glee at my shock. I looked down at her hands where she was nesting the stripped bare takeout containers back together as if they had never seen such carnage. In as brave a voice that I could summon I asked the question that will haunt our marriage for all eternity. “Did you eat mine too?”
We both stared at the silent lake.
Tldr; I haven’t heard my wife this excited and satisfied since we cracked the tequila on our wedding night. Seriously amazing food. She really did eat mine too. Thank you to Stokke’s frozen pizza for coming to my rescue.
Aside….. I am seldom intentionally mean spirited or angry to this point. Frankly the below HURT me in a way I wasn’t prepared for. The reaction I got when I delivered the bar made me, for once, believe in myself and not question if I was doing the right thing. I did this job at the urging of my wife and with a lot of nervous trepidation. I put my heart and soul and dreams into this project.
It took awhile because I wanted it to be special and perfect. I did it on a handshake and didn’t take a penny down because I felt that a man’s word is his bond. I still do.
Read on….
Update: built a bar for the owner. Refused to pay the bill after he left said bar out in his parking lot over a winter half covered by a tarp. I hand carved the bar and have over 100 hours into it.owner stated it was to be kept inside. Owner of the restaurant didn’t even own the property as he stated he did. Foods great. Character. Not so much. If you want to contribute to someone who doesn’t honor their word feel free. Honor is something sacred and rare bull*&$ is everywhere, especially at jamrock. Grandma would be proud. The secret ingredient, apparently, is bullshit.
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