A few days ago, Mr. How Sweet was talking about cooking. Like… actually cooking a recipe himself! Without my harassment or nagging.
I got him hooked on the Food Network a few years ago, and he has come to watch it even when I’m not around. I think he has been watching it so much that it has inspired him to try a recipe on a weeknight.
Is this real life?
Yesterday, he asked me if we had chicken and buttermilk. I told him that no, we did not.
Last night at around 11:00 pm, I opened the fridge. What? Don’t judge me.
I saw this.
A bowl with chicken marinating in buttermilk. I almost hit the floor.
[In case you are wondering, Mr. How Sweet had to go buy more chicken because I attempted a chicken-type stew thing in the crock pot yesterday that came out tasting like cardboard. It was terrible. That would be what the yellow bowl is sitting on. I don't even know why it's not currently in the garbage disposal. Ah... you win some, you lose some.]
Turns out, he is making a recipe tonight! Without my help. The wait is killing me. I’ll be sure to report back!