Hi Ho Cheerios

So I'm no professional, but I do try my best.  Coming from an Italian family I have a few family secrets up my sleeve and I think for the most part Andy would declare that I'm a good cook.  I'm not entirely sure, but I think so.  He tends to be nice about it when I know its not entirely truthful.  For instance the other night I attempted mash potatoes, that although have come perfect in the past, looked more like they had been chewed and brought back up than anything remotely appitizing.  I couldn't stomache  more than a bite or two, but my devoted husband ate an entire helping while trying to convince me they were fine.  He didn't argue though when I threw out the leftovers.  But seriously for the most part I do well.  On Tuesdays and Fridays I have night commitments, so I usually try to prepare dinner ahead of time.  Well, this past Tuesday the buffet was left overs.  We had a couple of options in the fridge and I figured it would be best to use up what we had.  Instead of choosing off the menu Andy said he' have cereal.  I took this as a " I don't really like the leftovers and will settle for something simple I don't have to clean up." So I then offered to make something new coming up with plenty of intriguing options.  It was then that he stated that we never have cereal for dinner, in a almost disappointed tone.  What??? I steer clear of cereal even in the morning.  I feel like it is milky crackers, not a meal.  Andy actually asked that we put cereal in the rotation and include it in our daily consideration of evening meals.  Stunned I just looked at him, and then I told him I had to blog about this.  Unbelievable! Everyone always told me that the way to a man's heart was through his stomach.  I took this to mean learn how to make pies, and cookies; sauces, and pot roasts.  If the truth be known the actual interpretation is "Buy him a bowl of cheerios, and you'll be a hit!"  Oh brother!