Right now, I'm in the bedroom working on my computer, and there's an amazing food smell drifting out of the kitchen and down the hall, enticing me away from work. Since I'm not cooking anything, I can only imagine my honey is in the kitchen preparing lunch for himself. I might go check it out. It smells really good.
He's a sweetheart, always doing things like that for me. Then again, I outnumber him on cooking meals ten to one. So, on the rare occasions he cooks something or prepares lunch, it's a truly special treat. Really though, I would be happy if the guy would heat up a can of soup on occasion and bring it to me so I don't have to leave the computer to feed myself. I'm not really picky over food.
