Weekends are generally pretty hectic around here. It starts on Friday night, with Hubby and I staying up way too late watching movies, then desperately trying to sleep in the next morning. Saturday is a whirlwind of errand running, cleaning, getting everyone showered before bedtime and setting things out so we might actually make it to church on time in the morning. Sunday is usually less physically hectic but can be a wee bit stressful trying to keep the kids entertained all day with a very short list of sabbath appropriate activities. HOWEVER, one thing I almost never have to deal with on weekends, is cooking.
Yes, my dearly beloved knows a thing or two about cooking. In fact, (though I am actually cringing as I type this) he is a better cook than I.
There, I said it. That doesn’t mean I’m a bad cook, mind you. It just means he’s better. He’s the kind of person that just knows what spices and herbs will go together, who doesn’t need a recipe to follow. Who throws a pinch of this and a handful of that into a bowl and WALLA…a gourmet meal. Well, not exactly like that but you get what I’m saying.
Just last night he made Navajo Tacos. He used left over turkey meat and spruced it up with sauteed onions and garlic. He made salsa verde to accent the toppings and he made the fry bread onto which we spooned our toppings (all from scratch).
On Saturday we attended a party which featured a salsa contest. No, not salsa dancing silly. ๐ The other salsa. His delicious salsa recipe (see comments section) was voted #1 and he admitted to me he was darn proud of it. It was the best salsa there, and not just because he’s my hubby. Though there may have been some contenders if any of the other recipes had any heat. We like nose run inducing heat over here.
Anyhow, you get the picture. He’s good.
So weekends are my time to sit back and let him put his creative energy into mouth watering meals. I realize I’m pretty darn lucky, not only that he can cook, but that he likes to. And you can bet I’m already training my boys in the kitchen, so they can give their future wives a break at times. They already know sugar from flour, unlike one of my friends husbands.
You lucky, lucky woman. My hubby doesn’t even make his own sandwiches. ~sigh~
We are sort of in the same boat here–while I CAN cook, I don’t really love to do it, but hubby does. And I would be pretty satisfied with PBJ and pasta every night. So if we want anything for dinner that involves vegetables or meat, he is pretty much the one who handles it. Although I do all the cooking for any parties/events we have at the house. That is my one area where I am in charge in the kitchen.
Ooh, you are lucky! Neither of us like to cook, so we’re always arguing about who should do it – when he’s home, that is. ๐
Your husband and mine are the same! I love, love, love it when he cooks. He’s good at it, and he doesn’t even have to try. I have to try NOT to burn things. ~sigh~
Ooh! We love spice, too! People give us weird looks in Thai restaurants when my very white husband asks for the highest level and eats it without breaking a sweat. I’m not into THAT much spice, but he’s taught be the joys of a little heat in the food. ๐
My hubby doesn’t really LIKE to cook , but he will do it! Sometimes I don’t even have to ask him ๐
It’s so nice when they take over in the kitchen isn’t it? My husband took the recipes for several of his favorite meals, and rewrote them in his own words and now they’re the ones he likes to make!
Hey, someone tagged me, so I tagged you! Check my blog for the details…if you don’t want to do it, no sweat.
My husband is a really good cook too. About the same as me though. I once dated a gourmet chef and I HATED feeling so inferior to his kitchen skills! We broke up because I couldn’t handle it. (OK, not really because of that, but still)
My husband doesn’t cook except for grilling. So, if I want to get out of cooking, I get him something to throw on the grill.
Also, Tag–you’re it!
http://ahugaroundtheneck.blogspot.com/2007/09/tag-youre-it.html
No pressure, but feel free if you want to play along!
It’s okay to be spoiled, especially if you raise future spoilers.