The cake is a lie.

A few weeks ago, Tyler and his cousin Jake decided they wanted to be a little healthier in their lifestyles, so they bet each other that they couldn't go until Easter without eating any desserts or candy. Whoever broke first and ate dessert/candy owed the other one a chocolate cake and $5.

When Tyler told me about his bet, I begged him not to do it. It's no fun eating sweets by yourself, especially when your pregnant belly can't get enough Sweet Tarts and all you want to do is share them. (Number 1 so you don't have to eat them all and number 2 so you can show your husband you love him.)

FINALLY on Saturday, McKenna (bless her) calls us to say that for our combined Sunday dinner, we'll be eating pecan pie for dessert. And Tyler (that stubborn husband of mine) decided that it would finally be worth ending this ridiculous bet so that he could have some of the pecan pie.

So, we made a chocolate cake and presented it to Jake . . . only to find out he had broken the bet three days after it was made (accidentally).

And after a few good laughs, we decided to call it even.

The pecan pie and the chocolate cake were both delicious.

And everyone left happy. (Especially me.)

(Self-portrait taken by Tyler on his iPod. And yes, he IS in our new apartment.)

Apartment Update

Sorry, no pictures yet. We're still unpacking/organizing. But soon. Very very soon.

I do want to mention how blessed I feel to live here. We really have a wonderful apartment with a great location.

I also want to mention that the only thing I didn't like about the apartment was that we didn't have a digital thermostat. (We had one of those old school brown ones where you have to kind of guess what temperature you are setting your heater/air to.)

But yesterday, we had some trouble getting our heater going, and when our landlord came to check it out, he replaced the old school thermostat with a digital one--and we hadn't even asked about that happening! I hadn't even told Tyler that I didn't like our current thermostat.

Awesome, right?

Loving this place!

Funny Pregnancy Food

Yesterday, with the enormous help from Jake and Katie, we finished moving all of our things out of our old apartment and into our new place. As a thank you, we decided to take the two of them out to dinner. We decided on going to Red Robin partially because we were all starving, and partially because I was craving their Bleu Ribbon Burger.

Except since I've been pregnant, I can't do meat. Especially not hamburger meat. In fact, thinking about eating hamburgers grosses me out to the nth degree. As a sidenote, sometimes I can eat chicken, but only when it is in small pieces. 

Anyway, when our waiter came to take our orders, I decided to go ahead and get what I wanted. "I'm pregnant," I said, "and I know this is weird. I'd like your bleu ribbon burger without the burger." He clarified with me to make sure he got what I was saying, "So no patty, right?" "Right." The waiter, to his credit, didn't make a huge deal about it, but he did let us know that he'd never had a request like that before.

Our food seemed to take forever to get to us (because we were starving; the service at Red Robin in Provo is excellent in my experience). I joked that it was my order that was taking the longest to make. Turns out, I was right. My order threw the cooks for a loop, and they came out of the kitchen to find our waiter and verify the order. They couldn't believe that someone would come to Red Robin to get a burger without the burger. 

But I did just that. And when my bleu ribbon hamburger-less hamburger (bleu ribbon sandwich?) came, I was in heaven. It was delicious. Totally hit the spot. I got the exact flavor I was wanting, without the meat I didn't even want to think about eating.

So so so good. 

Thank you, Red Robin.