Until no more strawberry pretzel dessert do you part
So, it’s Preston’s birthday in 2 days and I always make him the same dessert. It’s this strawberry pretzel dessert. It has things like jello, pretzels and cream cheese. Weird, huh?
Honestly, I don’t even like the stuff, but he says it’s the reason he married me. So, every year, I make it.
But, with two kids and a full time job, it gets harder and harder to surprise him with it. Don’t worry though, Maddox woke up last night throwing up. It was awesome. I’m all, “Well played, kid. Now I can stay home and make this dessert for your dad.”
And, I did.
With one sick little boy hanging onto my leg, begging to be held. And another, little girl, yelling from the kitchen table, “how do you spell happy birthday daddy?” Over. And. Over.
Really, though, we all know you don’t actually marry someone for food. You marry them because they’re awesome and make your favorite dessert for your birthday, year after year after year, even when they don’t even like it.
Want the recipe? Yeah, I don’t blame you. But, really, everyone that eats it says how awesome it is. You really should give it a try.