This weekend we received some pretty terrible news. I’m realizing that when I get stressed or upset I shut down and sleep. The Bong? He cooks.

During our honeymoon to Seattle, we had dinner one night at a place called Palace Kitchen. Oh, goodness. I won’t say that that was the highlight of the honeymoon, but it was amazing. I had clams for the first time and fell in love. So ever since we’ve been on the hunt for great clams here in Portland and we’ve found some OK places. But then Koes decided to make them himself. Seriously. They were beyond delicious and I’m hoping that he makes them for dinner again tonight. And tomorrow night. And every night after. They were that good.

So while I don’t want to receive any more bad news for a while, I am secretly plotting ways to stress out the Bong so that he’ll cook me up some more deliciousness. So wrong. But it feels so right.