My husband's "HOT" birthday

"What do you want for your birthday?"
"Nothing."
"No, really.  What do you want for your birthday?
"I really can't think of anything."

And, in all honesty, I know he's telling the truth.  We are blessed.  Beyond blessed.  But I really did want him to tell me just one thing...that I could pick up at Target...so we could move on to dinner and cake.  The real reason we love celebrating birthdays.  But, alas, he didn't.  So, I had to get creative.

Every night at dinner, no matter what we are eating, my husband has to pull out his bottle of hot sauce.  Okay, not every dinner, but enough that when he is "out" of hot sauce, it's kind of a big deal. 

Every night, we tell him that he is going to get sick eating hot sauce on everything.  (I have no idea where my children would have gotten that idea from, although I am nearly positive that his stomach lining is being melted by all the spicy foods he puts in it.  I am sure their opinions are not based upon the factual information I present at every meal in which hot sauce makes its way to the table.  Just sayin'.)  Despite, all of our warnings, he still LOVES his food SPICY.  And we've all heard the way to a man's heart is through his inflamed stomach.  So.......

 

he got hot sauce!  Seven bottles, ranging from $.69 all the way up to $2.99.  I know...we are big spenders.  But this was his reaction...

 

 

...so happy!  I even had a special dinner treat in store for him. 

 

Saw something like this somewhere along the way...most likely Pinterest. Can't be sure anymore. If I didn't see it there, I'm pretty sure I could find something similar there. :-)

A cornbread muffin topped with piped mashed potatoes and a chicken wing...tossed in his brand new hot sauce.  And yes, I tossed seven chicken wings in seven different sauces.  He only ate two "muffins," but was insistent on trying out all of his new sauces.  I think he was also relishing the fact that I had purchased chicken on the bone.  I am most certainly a boneless girl.  I had mashed potatoes for dinner.  My oldest, on the other hand, was happy to leap in and join in the messy fun. 

So...to my "HOT" husband...Happy Birthday!  You make our lives extra spicy!