Bryan cooked for me all weekend, which is pretty much like porn for women, in my book. Beginning with dinner on Friday night, the pornography just didn’t stop. I’d had a really crappy day with the kids, and since he was able to come home early from work he offered to make dinner. So I sat on the back deck with my book and a Jitterbug while he whipped something up for us. The kids were banished from my sight to save their own existence.
On Saturday morning he made us all omelettes, and then (AND THEN!) he accomplished several fix-it tasks around the house, including disassembling our front screen door and completely hosing it down. When he hung it back up, it was so clean I nearly walked right through it.
For dinner that night he made Ginger Lime Beef Lettuce Wraps, and they were phenomenal.
While we both agreed this would have been a little more sophisticated using thinly sliced steak instead of ground beef, he used what we had on hand to create a fantastic and light dish, using the juice from fresh limes, freshly grated ginger, frozen green beans, and saute’d mushrooms.
Also? We ran out of jam by Sunday, and if you are in possession of a preschooler you understand how frightening it can be to face the lunch hour with one third of your PB&J combo missing. My solution, because I am a grouchy old lady most of the time, was to make them JUST a peanut butter sandwich, or even (gasp!) try to make them something else for lunch.
Bryan, however, whips out a few strawberries…
adds a little sugar…
employs the chopper…
and chops them up…
into freshly made jam….
The kids were ecstatic, and now expect me to make fresh jam every day. But alas, I am still just a grouchy old lady. Not very much fun, like their porn star dad.
That post makes me laugh.
I used to love peanut butter and honey sandwiches growing up.
YUM! Making those wraps this week!