Two hours...

Tonight my son had a Boy Scout meeting that I needed to take him to. Before I left I told my wife that she should take that time to relax and enjoy herself. I figured she might take me up on the notion and take a warm bath but she didn't. When I returned home the house smelled incredible and the kitchen was covered in baked goods. I am seriously going to have to think about reading a few hydroxycut reviews because I am going to be fat if she keeps cooking like this. In the two hours that I was gone my wife managed to make from scratch artisan bread, pumpkin muffins, granola, and dinner rolls. There is nothing I love more that fresh bread out of the oven with a bit of real butter. The problem is that eating it a 8:00 pm does my waistline absolutely no favors. I love my wife but wish she had these urges to bake at 8:00 am rather than in the evening.