Domestic.

Anyone who knows me very well knows that I love to cook. And they also know that I am dating a man who was raised in a tiny town by a wonderful momma who cooked him un-Godly delicious food. And now everyone knows that for the past 8 months, I've been desperately trying to impress this farm-bread corn-fed man with my cooking. This evening's attempt was no different. 

I LOVE potato soup. I love it with a strange culinary passion. Tonight I proudly concocted a mouth water, calorie crammed creamy delicious heaven called loaded baked potato soup. The following pictures are the from scratch to scrumptious process of birthing this concoction. It will be accompanied by a huge caesar salad and an entire loaf of sweet bread. So enjoy my pictures, and let's all cross our fingers that my loping lineman will drool over my delicacy.

chop chop chopping potatoes

Ryan HATES onions. I not so secretly included an ENTIRE onion by way of pureeing it.

GARLIC NOM NOM NOM

The smell of simmering butter and onions is enough to give me palpitations, and yes that's two stick of BUTTER, not margarine. An ENTIRE CUP of butter.

Potatoes cooking.

Milk and flour, creamy deliciousness and a great action shot if I may say so myself.

The finished product, a bubbling steaming creamy pot of heaven.

...and a whole loaf of sweet bread fo dippin'

BON APPETIT!