Now that the kids are gone, there are really only two meals on our dinner menu: The Let’s Create Something Wondrously Gourmet Special, and The I Don’t Give A Shit What We Eat Platter.
Preparing the former involves a recipe from an obscure cookbook, a leisurely trip to the Farmer’s market, and me and the partner in the kitchen, sharing a bottle of wine, listening to Shawn Colvin, generally enjoying the sensuous pleasures of cooking. The other 30 dinners of the month go like this:
Me: What do you want for dinner?
Her: What’ve we got?
Me: Not much.
Her: How about take out?
Me: I don’t want to spend the money. I’ll put something together.
And we end up with this:
That would be four leaves of spinach and a pan-grilled hot dog. Yummy.
(Stay tuned. I’m going to start working on my cooking skills.)