My Hubs had never tried Brown Bread from a can. Even though he's been living in Boston since he was three, I would use the term "American" on him very loosely. Hubs is an Irish boy living in America. He's been making fun of my love of the bread in a can for years. I'm pretty sure the only reason we had the bread last night is because I'm pregnant, and he was humoring me.
Hubs made me handle the bread, since he didn't even know how to get it out of the can. Just use the can opener to open both the top and bottom and then push it out. Once out, the ribs of the can serve as the perfect cutting lines.
My mouth is watering right now!!
Hubs cooked the steak tips and beans, filled the dishwasher and tantalized Guinness with the delicious food. I took pictures and cut and toasted the bread (my largeness makes me much slower).
|As my niece would say "Yum, yum, yum ....De-wish-ish"|
|Did I mention Hubs tantalized me with beer??|
|This is what took me so long, I was distracted by my image in the window..lol|
Not only was supper delicious, but Hubs LOVED the brown bread. After YEARS, and I mean years of making fun of me, he had THREE pieces (okay..maybe two and a half). Maybe it's weird....but delicious and weird. Being right (especially when you are right and full) feels soooooo good.