Yeah, it's definitely worth listening to the trash talk for his food. Tonight's meal: penne with vodka sauce and sauteed chickens breasts that were stunningly tender inside a crisp, breaded exterior. I cannot wait to see what's on for tomorrow night..If the man feels the need to prove his culinary capabilities, more power to him.
At one point, the smells from the kitchen pulled me from the TV room, where I was reading (what luxury when you're not cooking!) and I found Hubby carefully studying notes he had written.
"God that smells good," I said, taking a deep breath. Unlike Mr. Clinton, I inhaled. "Did you make a sauce?"
"That's the chicken."
"Are we going to use the porcini sauce again?"
"Not tonight." Sigh. "I didn't have time to make a demi-glace."
Pause. Hit rewind.
"Excuse me?"
"I was going to make a demi-glace but it takes few hours. I'll do it next week."
"One more time. I thought the words 'demi-glace' left your lips."
(Impatiently) "Yes."
"Who are you?"
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