I Want Proof

Rob used to cook a lot. I mean a lot a lot. When he was groing up, he was usually responsible for cooking for his family, resulting in his ability to use fresh veggies, bake fresh loaves of bread from scratch, and - miracles of miracles - bake pie crusts and other fanciful desserts. He says he would put famous bakers and dessert chefs to shame, and make 'em cry for their mommas.

So how come in three years time I have never seen this?

I mean, he can grill up a mean steak, do an awesome blue cheese burger, has done a bread pudding once. He even banged out a rockin' Thanksgiving turkey but that's pretty much it. Overall, I'm starting to have my doubts.

Especially in the baking department of his story. Apparently When I told him I had never seen him make bread and to prove his claimed ability he said he had and that I was crazy. He was insulted at my conviction. My response?

“The bread machine and the box mix don’t count, babe.”

“Oh… well still. I can.” And he walked away.

Seriously, I want proof.