Because we ate our meals in restaurants all weekend and none of them made me very happy except for the oysters, I'm just going to say this- I'm a damn good cook.
And tonight I'm cooking some grouper that my husband caught, some okra that my friend Tom grew along with canned tomatoes (yes) and peppers and onions, sweet potato biscuits, brown rice with vegetables, and a salad of greens, our tomatoes, avocados, onion, lime juice, salt and mayonnaise.
It is going to be awesome.
I swear. I feel like I should sit down with some of the chefs who cooked our dinners this weekend and say, "Honey, let me tell you...this is how you do it."
And that's as braggy and ego-y as Ms. Moon is ever going to get.
But I will admit freely that it is very nice to go and eat a supper that someone else cooked and not worry about cleaning up. Worth the price of the meal.
The frustration of a tasteless mango salsa on a piece of grouper that was obviously old and previously frozen was enough to make me pissed off. And to call a piece of Key Lime pie the best in the world when really, it was just skinny and skimpy in its girth really, really made me mad.
But still. I appreciate the effort.