We're starting to cook again at my house now that everyone is on a regular schedule (for a month or so, anyway). The other half made steak bombs, which the kids call "stink bombs" last night. He sliced up a pound and a half of ribeye thinly, fried it with onions, mushrooms, Worcestershire, tons of garlic and spices. He served it on big old crusty rolls with Provolone and fries. Yum. I washed it down with a few beers and burped until I felt better.
Today we're heading off to the inlaws for dinner. His family is Italian and I live for her chicken parmesan, salad made from vegetables out of their garden and topped with his dad's homemade dressing and yeasty bread. I'm hungry NOW.
