I think I saw a few fluttering, flying pigs outside the window last night—for the first time in nearly 5 years, hubby, a.k.a. Tastey Boy, voluntarily cooked me supper! The sight of him in an apron wielding my Wusthof chef’s knife alone sent my heart aflutter. The resulting meal makes me hope that it will not be a one-time affair.
The whole enterprise was set-off by a cookbook which I happened to bring home from work a few weeks ago. I am loath to plug one of my employer’s publications (all you readers know how strictly I enforce the separation of church and state), but this puppy yielded a miracle last night and should be gratefully acknowledged.
The tome-of-wonder is Food Network Magazine Great Easy Meals. It’s a commercial, colourful, easy-to-use cookbook, which I snobbishly dismissed for being chock-full of pedestrian recipes for the semi-homemade brigade. Well, I was forced to eat a big slice of humble pie yesterday and should give credit where it is due. It is the perfect tool to encourage any kitchen-averse spouse to peruse recipes, plan a meal, shop for groceries, cook and lay a table. So who cares if the recipes are not ground-breaking in the Momofuku vein—they are fuss-free and low on intimidating ingredients and techniques. Most importantly, he turned on the stove while I watched my favourite guilty pleasure on TV with a lovely glass of Assyrtiko. And for the record, I love taking orders from the Executive Chef; well perhaps, every so often!
The whole enterprise was set-off by a cookbook which I happened to bring home from work a few weeks ago. I am loath to plug one of my employer’s publications (all you readers know how strictly I enforce the separation of church and state), but this puppy yielded a miracle last night and should be gratefully acknowledged.
The tome-of-wonder is Food Network Magazine Great Easy Meals. It’s a commercial, colourful, easy-to-use cookbook, which I snobbishly dismissed for being chock-full of pedestrian recipes for the semi-homemade brigade. Well, I was forced to eat a big slice of humble pie yesterday and should give credit where it is due. It is the perfect tool to encourage any kitchen-averse spouse to peruse recipes, plan a meal, shop for groceries, cook and lay a table. So who cares if the recipes are not ground-breaking in the Momofuku vein—they are fuss-free and low on intimidating ingredients and techniques. Most importantly, he turned on the stove while I watched my favourite guilty pleasure on TV with a lovely glass of Assyrtiko. And for the record, I love taking orders from the Executive Chef; well perhaps, every so often!
Garlic Roasted Chicken (pg. 130)
Roasted Asparagus (pg. 341)
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