Archive for March, 2009

One – King Crab.

Beef tenderloin. Two.

Bearnaise sauce. Three.

I am convinced that my husband loves me, not because of my sharp wit or the fact that I know more about football than most men. It’s not because we both have the sense of humor of 13 year-old boys, that I whip up a killer dessert on a whim, or that I wield a mean shotgun in Halo 3. My husband loves me ’cause I can cook a steak.
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My husband and I love spicy foods. We love making spicy foods even spicier but we’re not into the it-must-hurt-to-be-good spicy foods. Those foods suck. For days.
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To get into our weeknight dinner rotation, I have two requirements. The recipe must:
- Require as little prep time as possible, especially on Mondays and Wednesdays because those are our TV nights.
- Get as few dishes dirty as possible because doing dishes is the worst chore in the world.

That last one is a toughie. I’m probably the most inefficient person in the kitchen when it comes to utensils and dishes. I seem to have the unfortunate gift of being able to consistently fill the sink full of dishes even if we have cereal or sandwiches. I can empty most of my cabinets, the knife block, and half the utensil drawer for labor-intensive meals. Two people, one meal, three loads of dishes. Gah.
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