
Justin, on the roof of our building, contemplating the relationship between 80's rock ballads and alcohol consumption.
While I enjoy my fair share of time in the kitchen, I really really really like it when Justin cooks. I know that he is taking some chances and stepping into an area where he doesn’t feel the most comfortable (yet), and that means a lot to me. Plus, he really is a great cook. On Friday he chose a new recipe to try out of a recent Cooking Light issue, for a sweet and spicy pineapple salsa over grilled Tuna steaks. We picked up some fresh red onions and hot banana peppers from the farmer’s market (have I mentioned how much I love the fact that we will be living mere steps from the market in the not-too-distant future?!) and he picked up the rest of the needed ingredients while I visited with some friends. That evening he diced and chopped and simmered the salsa and sauce, and then grilled the tuna steaks and some beautiful plump scallops. He asked me to make some lemon butter orzo to go on the side, and the meal was really a fantastic one, especially eaten outside on the deck.
Then on Saturday, to use up some of the leftover ingredients (peppers, onions, pineapple, etc), he found another recipe in the same magazine for Sweet and Sour Pork (substituting chicken instead of pork). I got put in charge of the side again – this time it amounted to measuring rice and water and coconut into the rice cooker), while he assembled all the components for the stir-fry. It came together beautifully, and definitely rivaled any take-out we’ve tried. (The picture is missing the toasted almonds – we both started eating before we remembered to put them on!)
Justin is out golfing with his dad this evening.
I made do and ate some pickles for dinner.