My man. Seriously. This guy rocks. I am a day away from turning in my first few chapters for my dissertation, so cooking is the last thing from my mind as I try to summarize months of research into a tiny word count. Plus, I am terribly distracted. The second I started writing this massive beast of a paper, I got the uncontrollable urge to procrastinate. ANYTHING interests me. Lint on the floor? Cool. Let’s chat. The cat is eating her third bug of the evening? Stare in wonder and awe for like, ten minutes. I need help. I had bought the ingredients for a new meal I wanted to try making but really needed to work into the night on the paper. What did this guy do? Knowing how distracted I was, he cooked it all himself.
Veal Saltimbocca alla Romana, baked brown butter polenta with raisins and pine nuts, and rosemary roasted carrots (his own addition!). I managed to shout out a few directions every now and then (I can never NOT cook), but I forced another couple hundred words out of me, which rocked.
But I was working so hard, I forgot to snap up some pictures. Yup, you caught me. The hubby did not make an entire caviar staircase. But fear not, these photos have a purpose. They are all from the amazing dinner at Tru in Chicago where he proposed to me (awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww, I know, right?) which clearly shows my man knows food. Second, it was a trap for food porn addicts (like myself!) who tend to ignore posts without gratuitous food porn. BURN! And I’d do it again. ~LTG!
