Allison just asked me to bring some rosemary in to use in her cooking. That reminded me of a funny husband move:
My friend Mike was at our front yard and somehow the rosemary bush came up. He really got into it, and asked a bunch of questions about the bush. Then he called his five-year-old son: “Owen, come over here, smell this!” (and he had Owen smell the bush). Then he said: “Doesn’t it smell like chicken?”
That’s when I laughed, but it made total sense, since mom makes rosemary chicken. I do wonder where Owen thinks chickens come from.
