The Butcher cooked chicken for me Wednesday night and the best pot roast ever last night.
I just had to brag.
A day will come when he also learns the art of the side dish and that man will be unstoppable.
Marry him while you can, girls! (Or move him to Massachusetts, and marry him while you can, boys!)
My only requirement for a future brother or sister-in-law is that he or she lets the Butcher come over every once in a while and move heavy things around.