I've said before that I'm a lucky girl. Haven't I? Well if not, please let me correct that here and now. I am. My husband is not your typical guy. He cleans, he does laundry, he cooks. Things have changed quite a bit during our almost thirteen years together. Not the cleaning part; he's always done that. Not the laundry part; he's always done that, too.
It's the cooking part that's blossomed.
He is a midwestern boy at heart. When we met, he liked his food in pretty discrete categories and ordered pizza more than he cooked. But, I knew this cute boy had some potential the first time he made me dinner. Spaghetti. I was late (Friday night commute traffic is baaaad) and so the pasta went well beyond al dente into mushy and ruined. Did he serve it up anyway? Nope. He made more! He didn't like wine but had a nice bottle of red waiting for me. It was pretty good stuff.
Since then, Michael has taught himself to make all sorts of delicious things. He experiments all the time. He makes a killer chili (several variations, actually), great bbq chicken, ribs, several different pasta dishes, slow simmered tacos, guacamole. He can whip a mean meatball, too. Recently, he ponied the boys up to the counter and showed 'em how it's done. Right down to the cast iron skillet for proper browning.
I'm proud that he's preparing Wyatt and Jack to make spaghetti for their future wives; hopefully those girls, whoever they may be, won't be late.
It's the cooking part that's blossomed.
He is a midwestern boy at heart. When we met, he liked his food in pretty discrete categories and ordered pizza more than he cooked. But, I knew this cute boy had some potential the first time he made me dinner. Spaghetti. I was late (Friday night commute traffic is baaaad) and so the pasta went well beyond al dente into mushy and ruined. Did he serve it up anyway? Nope. He made more! He didn't like wine but had a nice bottle of red waiting for me. It was pretty good stuff.
Since then, Michael has taught himself to make all sorts of delicious things. He experiments all the time. He makes a killer chili (several variations, actually), great bbq chicken, ribs, several different pasta dishes, slow simmered tacos, guacamole. He can whip a mean meatball, too. Recently, he ponied the boys up to the counter and showed 'em how it's done. Right down to the cast iron skillet for proper browning.
I'm proud that he's preparing Wyatt and Jack to make spaghetti for their future wives; hopefully those girls, whoever they may be, won't be late.
2 comments:
Yummy! what time did you say dinner was???
How cute. Those boys will always remember times with dad learning about sharing and spoiling their favorite gal.
You are lucky :)
Love
Terry
What fun memories for them! Nice to have a tried and true meal for those special girls that come along!
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