I lost my wife and daughter at the grocers last night, and discovered them in the floral department, blissfully smelling hyacinth. Ahhhh, spring!
Ahhh, Glacier National Park! Reminds me of my honeymoon! Nothing beats leaving your cell phone and computer behind to hike with someone you love…
I guess you might call me a control freak in the kitchen; I know what I want to eat and exactly how I want it prepared. As a result, I sometimes forget that my wife is a great cook. She has this uncanny ability to prepare exactly what I want on those nights when I’m a little indecisive. Like this rustic roasted pasta sauce…It was so good it was gone before I had a chance to snap a picture of the finished product!
When I asked her to share her recipe, she shrugged:
“All I did was toss some of that leftover rosemary roast and sweet potatoes with some coursely chopped garden tomatoes, onion, garlic, beef broth, a splash of olive oil, and some herbs from the garden. Then I roasted it at 400 until you said, ‘mmmmmm…..what smells so good?’”
Ahhh, my wife. The only thing that would have made that dinner better would be if I had some leftovers for lunch now.