I’m a lucky woman. My husband cooks for me just about every night. Even when he’s tired and doesn’t feel like it, he’ll put together something that’s usually amazing.
(Let’s face it, if he didn’t, we’d probably starve…)
The task of cooking for me is a daunting one. I’m a pain in the ass when it comes to food — I’m a vegetarian for going on 18 years now, and I’m mostly vegan, too. But that part is easy. The frustrating part is that I’m a picky eater, and my preferences change — sometimes I’ll find I really love something only to despise it a short time later.
I think I get my unadventurous palate from my dad. He loathed tomatoes, and by extension, all Italian food. I’m not that extreme — my main dislikes are onions (but onion powder is okay, and I’m usually fine with actual onions as long as they’re cooked and nobody tells me they’re in there), mushrooms (but I’m starting to like chantrelles), hot peppers and really anything that’s remotely spicy. I also don’t like things with an onion-like texture, like celery, but celery seed is okay. And I’m not into drippy, messy stuff.
Today is his birthday, so I’m honoring him by having a little brag session and showing you some of the wonderful dishes he’s made for me recently.
In fact, I’m rolling out a new blog feature I’m calling Mike’s Eats where I’ll highlight his creations!
Let’s get started…
Happy birthday, baby!