Made with love... and butter
Olivia loves grilled cheese sandwiches. I made her one the other night and for the first time in all these years she paid attention to how I did it.
"You put butter in it?!" she marveled. "You make the best grilled cheese sandwiches in the world!"
I served her the plate and she continued, "Yours is even better than Daddy's!"
Well, Claus is a great cook, but I've seen him sometimes toast cheese in between bread as a lazy method. He's tired. I get it. She still eats it.
My girl went on and on about how I'm the best cook ever, etcetera. (I'm "eating" it up, LOL.)
I told her, "It's also because I cook it with love. I love cooking for my sweetie!"
"Yours is still better than Daddy's," she insisted.
"He cooks with love, too," I reminded, trying to get her to cut her dad some slack. He's a great dad.
"That's fine," she determined. "He cooks with love, but he's not cooking with butter."