My hubs said he'd cook dinner last night for the fam which made me happy. He knows what I like to eat in the summer-especially on a really hot summer day. Predictably, it's salad, fish, vegetables: light fresh, seasonal. Yah. When I got home and snooped around the kitchen finding one pot on the stove, I asked him what's for dinner. Bolognese Sauce, he said--and his plan was to cook thick rigatoni noodles for the thick meat sauce. But, it's 95 degrees out, I said--not February in the Italian mountains! And, where's the vegetables anyway?? (Plus, I'm trying to loose a little weight here too and he knows it).
I made the veg--some sauteed spinach and tucked into the air conditioning for what could have been a cozy winter night by the fire. And, the problem is that it was just so darn good and I loved every bite of it, and had seconds too boot.
I'm just saying--only a man cooks a winter dinner on August 10th!!