I think I’m going to have to rename my blog Stuff My Husband Cooks!
Have you ever wondered what it’s like to have a foodie for a husband?
Well, I recently realized that my husband has in effect disabled me in the kitchen! It is ridiculous how little I cook these days. I would like to take steps to change that…. Basically, I’ve lost my confidence because I want simple, simple, simple, easy, quick meals, and his style is always, “Well, we could add this, and we could whip that up in the food processor…”
The pic above is a beautiful fruit salad he made with the pears (that I thought were rotting), apples, strawberries, and raspberries that we had on hand, plus lemon juice and fresh mint from his herb garden. We whipped this up when we had his parents and another couple, their good friends visiting from Iowa, over for breakfast last weekend. He also made scrambled eggs with fried onions on the side (which only the two of us ate on top of our eggs, along with hot sauce) and English muffins. His parents brought over bacon and I ate veggie breakfast sausage.
Below is the pasta he made tonight for dinner, Cacio e Pepe, which he had recently seen in the New York Times.
For this cheesy, peppery pasta, he used freshly grated Romano and Parmesan cheeses, fresh chives from his garden, frozen peas, and frozen edamame because he couldn’t find fava or lima beans at the market. On the side he made a salad of sliced kohlrabi with olive oil, fresh mustard, salt and pepper.
Oh! And I cannot forget to tell you about the pan bagnet!
It was such a production that I feel guilty that I did not document the process and devote a whole post to it. Apparently, he’s been wanting to make this sandwich for a couple of years and he was inspired by yet another recent New York Times food article. He made such a fuss about this sandwich for two days before he made it. He used leftover salmon that he had grilled when his parents were here. I wasn’t excited about it because I had just had the revelation that I do not want to eat fish again for a long, long time and now he wanted me to eat the leftovers.
He wrapped the sandwiches up in saran wrap and waxed poetic about how traditionally you would have someone like your children sit on them to press them. He took one to work and left one for me to eat while I was at home writing. He texted me to remind me to take it out of the fridge and let it get to room temp before I ate it.
And it was pretty awesome.
I enjoyed it with my espresso and a piece of chocolate afterwards and pretended I was at a cafe. All in all, I cannot complain about having a foodie for a husband.
However, I’d like to someday be an adult myself, and cook for my family more…. We’ll see how that goes.