Making This Man Happy

Food

Really, when it comes down to it, food makes Beloved happy. Well, that and a nice back rub. Oh, and a foot rub. Yeah, a leg rub too. Between you and I, it's a little too much rubbing.

He doesn't pay me enough for all that.

Hey, he doesn't pay me at all!

Sigh

But if I want a pretty happy fellow food is the logical way to get there.

Last night I made Chicken Scallopine from the recipe posted over at Pioneer Woman. I admit I panicked a little when I couldn't get the cork out of the wine bottle. I had envisioned this lovely dinner (meaning presentation of food, not simply food slopped on a plate) with my Beloved.

Thankfully he arrived home from work early and happily opened the wine so that I could add a cup of the dry stuff to the sauce. Capers, Italian parsley, whole grain angel hair pasta; ahhh the aroma was amazing.

Beloved was a happy man. Dinner was a grand success and the left-overs are safely tucked away for his enjoyment this evening. I reminded him when he left this morning of the culinary treat that awaits his return. He smiled, "Dinner was goooood!"

Good food = happy man

It's truly a recipe for success

Shards of a Broken Friendship

Beloved phoned yesterday on his way home from work. He was hungry! “I didn’t get to finish my lunch, we were too busy,” he said. I had already put steak out, but decided to cook it myself instead of waiting for Beloved to come home to BBQ. I sliced zucchini for a sauté and threw some rice into my trusty old casserole and placed it in the microwave.

I don’t usually cook with the microwave. It’s used for warming this or that and popping pop corn, but I was in a hurry. Everything was going really smoothly. In fact I even thought to myself as I tossed the zucchini that, “I’m really good at this multitasking thing!” I nearly broke my arm patting myself on the back.

BOOM!




The Carnage

After prying my fingernails out of the ceiling I looked at the microwave. Through the door I could see the platter still turning, but instead of my trusty glass casserole, I saw pieces of glass covered in rice!

The casserole dish had exploded!

I was given this dish many years ago, perhaps fourteen years ago, and it has been my most trusted dish. It’s held everything from Shepherds Pie to Green Bean Bake. I love this dish, it was one of a kind, and I thought it was my friend. Sniffle.




Yet, all good things come to an end. In this case a very loud, shard shaped end. Uggh! I’m just thankful it didn’t burst in the oven! That would have a terrible mess.

So, for Mother’s Day, I’d like a new casserole, but no glass please.

Oh and we had au graten potatos. I'd lost my appetite for rice.