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husband kitchen things
Nov. 6th, 2011 09:02 pm1) One of the reasons I knew I would marry my husband: he owned three fat wooden spoons, well-used to the point of being velvety.
1a) That's not true, really. I married him because he's smart, kind, and sexy, with great politics and an equally good sense of humor. Even if he's been a lousy cook who owned nothing but a can opener and service for three in melamine, I would have married him. The wooden spoons were a nice bonus, though.
2) Then for him, let's be honest, I learned to cook vegetarian. This was not a swift process, and... mistakes were made. There was a rainbow chard incident. Nachos with black beans were employed far too often. I under-marinated the tofu for the first, oh, two years. Mister Vegetarian Since Age Twelve Kitchen Virtuoso shook his head sadly at my canned mushroom gravy, but he ate it. All of it, bless him.
3) Sometimes our Household Teenager comes over and they bake together. These are very nice days, indeed. The kitchen is gigglesome all evening and smells of sweets for two days.
4) We acquired a cake bell, plain and handsome. It currently contains the last smears of brown butter glaze from a green tomato cake. When he first said "green tomato cake" I thought "Really?' but I kept it to myself because I have learned that his food suggestions are usually sound and frequently inspired. Green tomato cake was no exception.
5) There are four dozen jars of his homemade tomato sauce in our house, canned and ready for winter (an unexpected benefit of marrying a farmboy). January is hard enough without having to eat tasteless grocery store tomatoes through it all.
6) Part of my morning routine is to give whatever's infusing a good shake. At the moment, it's double vanilla extract and etrogcello. I shake with a sense of gratitude, I can assure you.
1a) That's not true, really. I married him because he's smart, kind, and sexy, with great politics and an equally good sense of humor. Even if he's been a lousy cook who owned nothing but a can opener and service for three in melamine, I would have married him. The wooden spoons were a nice bonus, though.
2) Then for him, let's be honest, I learned to cook vegetarian. This was not a swift process, and... mistakes were made. There was a rainbow chard incident. Nachos with black beans were employed far too often. I under-marinated the tofu for the first, oh, two years. Mister Vegetarian Since Age Twelve Kitchen Virtuoso shook his head sadly at my canned mushroom gravy, but he ate it. All of it, bless him.
3) Sometimes our Household Teenager comes over and they bake together. These are very nice days, indeed. The kitchen is gigglesome all evening and smells of sweets for two days.
4) We acquired a cake bell, plain and handsome. It currently contains the last smears of brown butter glaze from a green tomato cake. When he first said "green tomato cake" I thought "Really?' but I kept it to myself because I have learned that his food suggestions are usually sound and frequently inspired. Green tomato cake was no exception.
5) There are four dozen jars of his homemade tomato sauce in our house, canned and ready for winter (an unexpected benefit of marrying a farmboy). January is hard enough without having to eat tasteless grocery store tomatoes through it all.
6) Part of my morning routine is to give whatever's infusing a good shake. At the moment, it's double vanilla extract and etrogcello. I shake with a sense of gratitude, I can assure you.
