I did it! I cooked something fabulous. It made Paul's toes curl and his eyes roll back in his head.
Butter chicken over Basmati rice and pita posing as Naan bread (because the grocery store didn't have Naan. Hah! Get it? Bad grammar!)
Of course, it wasn't perfect. Paul asked that I make it spicier next time. Spicier? I was sweating like a (woman of questionable morals) in church...but then I'm the Norde/Swede/Dane...
He said, "Baby, you just sealed your position in my life with this dish. Now you have to stay."
Was that a proposal??