A few weeks ago,
I was out with Lady Fairchilde and Robi for dinner.
Red Lobster.
We were pretty excited.
Yeah, we don't get out much.
Not to be outdone,
TH sends me a shot of his dinner:

Farfalle noodles,
with ham,
mushrooms and
black olives,
tossed with an Alfredo sauce.
His message reads:
Tonight's dinner. Wieners and beans tomorrow.Nice.
I need to sit down with the Minister who married us
and ask him if hording the good food was in the vows.
A few days later, he's home for the day.
Sends me this:

Homemade patty,
onions,
lotsa cheese,
mayo,
hot peppers.
And this message:
Had craving for big cheeseburger.
Made this.
Wadda ya think?
Too much man vs food?Never!
'Big Cheeseburger' is an understatement.
That's a regular-sized dinner plate.
The original patty was larger than a bread plate.
He said it filled the skillet when he fried it up.
Awesome!