Sometimes when I make my favorite meal for the family, which is spaghetti, I also bake garlic bread. Well, the other night my husband Kenya decided he would assume the role of baker and prepare the garlic bread. While he was in the process of making it, I walked into the kitchen and it smelled like someone had literally painted the walls with garlic. The scent was strong... really strong. "That smells like a lot of garlic," I thought to myself, but hey, I didn't wanna micromanage. So I resisted the urge to scrutinize his process and look over his shoulder the whole time. I let Kenya do his thing. Once the bread was finished baking, he proudly brought it out and set it on the table. It looked so buttery and delicious; he did the honors and ate the... Read more →