Russ has more than his share of moments...and Jewels usually hears about all of them...but overall, I think that I got rather lucky.
Russ is a good cook. He loves cooking. He knows that I hate cooking and that is one of the things that he just volunteered to do, no questions asked, and he never complains about doing it. He really likes to experiment in the kitchen and create new recipes and dishes. Most of the time they come out freaking phenomenal, too. We've had the occaisional flop, but not too often. Even those flops aren't horrible. Just recipes that we decide probably shouldn't be repeated. Ever. Unfortunately, he doesn't write very many of them down, no matter how much I wish he would. I would LOVE to be able to share his successes. When he succeeds, he does it with flying colors.
I decided to post about this because we went to his mom and dad's house this past Sunday. Russ and his dad decided that they would do the cooking for his mom, Quin, and me. It was really nice. It also turned out really well. They made some sort of beer can chicken that was seasoned to perfection, grilled asparagus, bruschetta on toast (that they toasted), and some little grilled sandwhich thingys that I didn't try. The sandwich thingys consisted of onions marinated in a red wine vinaigrette with sliced blue cheese on rye and then grilled until the cheese melted then cut into quarters. (I don't like onions, but everyone else loved it.)
Overall, it was fantastic, and tasted like it had been prepared by professionals. The chicken was moist and nothing was burned, and it was just fantastically nice.
For his mom, this was a special treat. For me, this was an every day occurence. He was so proud of himself, though, as he always is when he tries a new meal, that I just wanted to share it with you guys! I am always proud of him for taking on this responsibility, among all of the others that he willingly, and usually without complaint, takes on to make my life easier and our marriage smoother. Why he was so much prouder of this one day over all of the others, I have no idea, but I was happy for him just because he was so happy.
So, no huge important point to this (there usually isn't to my rambles), other than to share my hubby's pride in a well planned and executed meal.
Take care,
Cindi
