Waking up on a Sunday and realizing...YES! No work today! Pure happiness! So there I was yesterday, lying in bed, staring out the window. The sun was shining, birds were probably singing (not that I could hear them through my window), and I thought, "Hey, maybe we should take the dog for a little walk!" Just a tiny one…she's still not healthy.
But first, coffee. Always coffee. And with such a beautiful day outside, I had this genius idea: "I'll enjoy my coffee on the terrace and soak up some vitamin D."
I stepped outside.
And immediately froze.
WHAT?! The sun was shining, but the wind was like, "SURPRISE! It’s actually winter!" Nope. No walk today.
Now what? I sat down and started writing an article. When I finished, I thought, "Ugh, chores." I wasn’t exactly thrilled, but hey...no cleaning lady here. I am the cleaning lady. 😊
Then, BOOM. A memory hit me. A few days ago, my package from Amazon arrived, and I totally forgot about it!
Wanna know what I ordered? A MASSAGE PAD! Oh yes. Let me just copy-paste the full fancy name because why not:
(Snailax Massage Mat with 10 Vibration Motors and 4 Therapy Heating Pads Massage Pad with Heat to Relieve Lumbar Spine and Legs.)
In short: HEAVEN.
I lay down, closed my eyes, and suddenly, I was floating on a cloud. Meditating. Almost drifting into dreamland. Pure bliss. Listen, I know I’m not that old, but my back? My back disagrees. And asking my husband for a massage? HA! I’d probably have to book an appointment and pay him an hourly rate. 😊
So there I was, fully relaxed, when my husband finally woke up. He looked at me, started laughing, and said:
"So… I have to cook while you just lie there living your best life?"
Excuse me?! First of all, he is NOT allowed to talk to me after the car fiasco, but let’s be real...I can never stay mad at him. I tried to look angry, but I failed. Miserably. I just started laughing like crazy.
"Fine," I said. "What are you cooking for me? It’s Sunday. I’d like to eat like a QUEEN, please!"
His answer? Exactly what I expected.
"Oh baby, I also want to try this massage thing. You’re relaxed now, so you can go cook."
OH BOY. 😊 Of course. I tried to convince him that cooking is his destiny today, but nope...one minute later, he was lying on my massage cloud, ignoring me completely.
Okay, fine. If neither of us cooks, we won’t eat. Simple as that.
...But no. I was starving. I didn't want to admit it, but I was so relaxed and full of energy, I actually wanted to do something. 😊
So, let’s cook! But not just cook. Oh no, I was feeling extra today. Let’s BAKE too! Let’s show my husband what a top-tier wife I am. 😊
Now, full disclosure—I am NOT a MasterChef. My kitchen experiments sometimes look like a crime scene. But I have perfected one dish: Spaghetti Bolognese. It took me two years (TWO YEARS!) to get my husband’s stamp of approval. Too much tomato sauce? Too salty? Too meaty? Too… whatever? I tweaked and perfected it. And now? Now it’s LEGENDARY.
And because I was feeling unstoppable, I decided to bake my amazing, life-changing chocolate cookies too. Here’s the recipe (because I love you all and want you to be happy):
Best chocolate cookies ever
Ingredients:
1 egg
100g sugar
Half a bag of vanilla sugar
1 tsp baking powder
100g melted butter
2 tbsp Nutella (yes, Nutella—thank me later)
250g flour
100g chopped chocolate (Milka! Trust me on this one.)
*Instructions😙
Beat the egg, add sugar, and mix until foamy.
Add a pinch of salt and baking powder.
Mix Nutella with melted butter and stir it in.
Slowly add flour until you get a thick dough.
Fold in the chocolate pieces.
Scoop small amounts, shape into balls, and place them on a baking sheet.
Bake at 160°C for about 15 minutes.
Let them cool—they’ll harden as they sit.
AND BOOM. Magic.
I was almost done cooking and baking when—SURPRISE!—my husband showed up. Did he come to help? Of course not. He grabbed a spoon, stirred the sauce once, then took some cookie dough and started sculpting...a pyramid.
( yeah, he took this picture, so people can see he also did something 😂)
"A pyramid?!" I stared at him. "What exactly are you doing?"
"Oh, nothing," he said, all innocent. "Just making sure you can’t say I didn’t help with cooking and baking."
I mean… YOU ARE SOMETHING ELSE, MY DEAR HUSBAND. 😉
But you know what? Lunch was perfect. Cookies were perfect. And guess what? It’s Monday now, and they’re already GONE. If that’s not proof of success, I don’t know what is. 😉))
“A balanced diet is a cookie in each hand.” — Barbara Johnson
True that 😂
- cookies guardian* 😂
