Asparagus and barley pilaf

Pilaf Armenian cuisine

Are you one of those people that loooooves cuddling? Yech! Seriously? You know there is always one cuddler that falls asleep first and then the other person is left awake with the other cuddler breathing on their face. Nothing about that says cute or romance to me. I like to cuddle, to a point. I need space when I sleep. I am kind of claustrophobic so the last thing I need is a dog pressing in to one side of me and my husband’s arm thrown across my body on the other side. I know I sound heartless and unromantic, and maybe I am. But, last night, our heat was acting up. It was 60 degrees in our house. We kept fiddling with the thermostat, but the heat just wouldn’t stay on. What could we do? It was eleven o’clock at night. So, with no other choice, we cuddled. I, Mike, and our dog Weezer huddled together under a down comforter, two fleece blankets, and a sheet. I have to admit it was kind of nice. Yes, we were cuddling to survive. But aside from that, it was comforting. Don’t tell Mike I said that. He’ll want to cuddle all …