STEP 1: Tell husband you feel sick. Ask for soup. Expect canned chicken noodle … gasp in shock and love as he makes preparations for homemade French Onion Soup.

STEP 2: Collect all your recipe item needs, the most important being your husband {since he does most/all of the actual cooking}. Put on your flirty apron because if you can’t be helpful in the kitchen, you can at least look cute for your handsome, chef-of-a-husband.

INGREDIENTS:
1/3 cup olive oil
6–7 large onions
4 large cloves garlic, crushed
Sea salt
Black pepper
Crushed red pepper
3 tablespoons flour
8 cups low sodium beef broth
1/3 cup rose wine
1/3 cup Worcestershire sauce
1 cup water
1/2 teaspoon thyme
1/2 teaspoon oregano
1 bay leaf
French loaf
Gruyere
Smoked Mozzarella

STEP 3: Normally, when it comes to Frank, I believe sharing is caring … HOWEVER, do not share onions with your puggy precious {or any doggie pal for that matter}! Onions are bad. BAD. Deadly. BAD. No onions for Frankers. So instead, let’s include Frank in other ways, i.e. dressing him up in our adorable little apron. Then share a safe treat like carrots.

STEP 4: Assist husband in everything. Smile. Take deep breaths and inhale the yummy cooking goodness.

STEP 5: Eat, savor, sip … feel better. Feel the yummy soup make your throat feel better. Curl up on the couch with M, Frank, NCIS and the soup. Oh, yumm-o.

{Apron gift of Flirty Apron/OpenSky}

Probably not. I don’t think adults eat cupcakes for breakfast.

REASON #1: Food, shelter, shoes, cupcakes … all the necessary things in life. {picture via Jenna Fain}

REASON#2: To own one of these … someday; eventually. Funny story is, I saw this exact bag in a store the other day and fell in love. I looked at the price tag and saw $350 {!!} … thought ‘Holy Chanel! Totally worth it!’ Then a friend pointed out is was $3,500. True story. Sad, but true.

REASON #3: For him. ♥ And him. ♥ { … ‘But I never lost a minute of sleepin, Worryin ’bout the way things might have been’ … Sing it, Tina}

Ever since I got married, my nightly dinner menu has greatly improved. See, my husband enjoys cooking. He likes to read cooking books, search for recipes and try new things. I, however, do not. Prior to my wedding and subsequent communal living, I would cook for myself. Overall, I can create several edible dishes:

1.  Mac & Cheese
2.  Chilli
3.  Nachos
4.  Meatloaf
5.  Chicken Salad Sandwiches
6.  And my Pièce de résistance — grilled cheese

Of all these dishes, I can boast of just one thing — my grilled cheese is better than my husbands. In fact, I make the best grilled cheeses on the planet. In high school, a young male friend actually used to come over to my house and have me make him my grilled cheese extraordinaire {my husband asserts it was not my grilled cheese that he was after, but I digress}.

STEP 1: Pick out your ingredients. I personally like to add little extras to my cheeses; i.e. broccoli, bacon, mushrooms, tomatoes {espec. fresh garden tomatoes} … AND do not be afraid to experiment with cheeses. In this specific sandwich I mixed regular Kraft singles, Cheddar Bacon singles and mozzarella.

STEP 2: Cut off some crust for your favorite little buddy. Sharing is caring, folks.

STEP 3: Butter both sides of the bread. People, this is grilled cheese — there is nothing healthy about this meal — so pile it on. Then make sure to use the cheese as aglue of sorts — adopt the pattern of cheese … ingredient … cheese … ingredient … cheese.

STEP 4: Cook the sandwich on low and flip often. This is truly the secret to my success. If you cook the sandwich slow and low … well the cheese melts, the bread doesn’t burn and your sandwich turns out yummy scrumboes. Trust me.

STEP 5: Always cut the sandwich on the diagonal — it just tastes better. And serve with tasty side finger foods — pickles are always a winner. ENJOY!