Ain't braggin

If it's true.  The man who lives in my house also cooks in my house.  We came home from a soccer tournament (it was a bloodbath.  Our blood.) to a table set with candles and plates heaped with fetuccine alfredo* with salmon, green beans, and homemade herb bread.  The hooligans were so hungry that they would have eaten cardboard, but I noticed.  Everything was excellent.  I heaped the praise on fairly thick, but he was still fishing after we cleaned up the kitchen, so I'm sending it out to the internet:  IT WAS A FABULOUS MEAL! THANK YOU!

*he made the sauce from scratch too.