Married With Dishes

Married With Dishes

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Sunday, April 22 @8pm and Midnight EST

When I met Karl, eight years ago, I told him in no uncertain terms I would never get married again.  I think I might have even told him that before he saw me naked.

Perhaps it made me more interesting to him; Most women my age were running the exact opposite game: "Are YOU my husband? How about you, are YOU my husband? What kind of father would YOU make? Hey! Where are you going?"

We dated, we moved in together, we got married on the Staten Island Ferry. All in all, it’s been a great time.

I have to take a moment to tell you that without Karl, there would be no Married With Dishes, and I don't just mean the title. The photograph above speaks volumes about Karl and I. He makes me laugh every single day, and there is nothing I love more than that. He is incredibly intelligent, hilariously funny, game, and encourages every idea I try to make into reality, whether it’s sensible or not. He supports my Big Ideas despite my Little Planning, and is even gracious when I shout "You have NO VISION! It’s going to HAPPEN! We can DO IT!". I drive the poor man fucking CRAZY but he ceaselessly comes back for more.

I have no idea when it initially occurred to him that a life with me was a life dominated by open doors to friends, and a living room / backyard that would be always filled with those friends, with strangers, dinner parties, and with cocktails. We never really discussed it, he just started helping one day and never stopped. He has graciously picked up my slack and fixed what was broken, sometimes just by being there. He has taught himself to make delicious desserts, even when I make fun of his OCD mise-en-place.

He has been a powerful force behind me, propelling me forward, and I am absolutely certain I couldn't have done any of it without him.

I love you, baby. even if it turns out that my Dad was right and you wind up being the star of our show.