I’m going to just come out and say it: I prefer cooking for men. I love watching watching them eat. How they just go after it—one, sometimes two or three bites at a time. Without the reserve or guarded caution a lot of women practice at the table. Sure, we’ll put aside the lady-like niceties to devour a plate every once in a while, but generally speaking (and because apparently I am a gender stereotyper), men have a more untamed approach. And THAT is what I enjoy watching across the table.
I’m lucky then, because my man loves to eat. And better still, he loves to eat with his shirt off. Elbows on the table, the whole deal. Now were talking. So as you can imagine, I raised not one, but two dazzled eyebrows when I walked in to find my shirtless babe sitting at the table popping mini-muffins, back-to-back like nobodies business. One bite per muffin. Only a man. Pretty sexy stuff.Continue Reading