"My husband is a cattleman. Doesn’t eat seafood, or chicken, and is the very definition of “picky.” When we moved 600 miles away from Oklahoma two months after we got married, my husband, being excited and giddy about being married and staking claiming to a beautiful heiress, insisted that we have Christmas dinner at our house. The prime rib proved to be a success, and my father-in-law now believes I’m a saint!..."