Earlier today my wonderful husband informed me that he was taking dinner duty tonight and I had the night off. Of course I happily agreed. I was able to come home and at my leisure finish the book I had a few pages left of, do my cardio salsa workout, and sit around. It's nice to not rush-rush for once.
Brandon has been wanting to try the absolutely delicious looking Steak Sandwich courtesy of The Pioneer Woman. The smells coming from the kitchen are absolutely divine.
I always feel very special when Brandon does the little things for me. Cooking is not something that comes naturally to him. The man can multi-task on a computer to the point he has so many tabs and programs open it makes my eyes water and my head spin. He can write complex programs and edit pictures quite deftly but nearly loses his head when it comes to recipes. Knowing that he is sacrificing his precious time to make me some yummy food which I could probably do in half the time makes me feel pretty darn special. (Can you tell that "acts of service" is one of my primary love languages?) So I have given him some helpful pointers and left him to work some magic. Did I mention how wonderful it smells?
Growing up Brandon wasn't given many opportunities to help out in the kitchen. One of his "favorite" phrases is, "Watching is helping." When I tease him with it I get the sarcastic smirk and annoyed eye-roll and coming from this easy going boy, that is saying something. His PSA is: Parents let your kids help you out no matter how much time you "waste". Who cares if you can do it twice as fast. By helping out as a wee one it builds skills and confidence. (And character, mustn't forget character.) It makes for a self-sufficient child who when he grows up doesn't have to subsist on ramen noodles, corn dogs, or pre-shaped beef patties. And he is able to give his loving wife a break on the cooking once in a while.
I have to go, I hear him scooping that tantalizing meat on the rolls.
Edit: All right, you HAVE got to go try those sandwiches!! Good stuff!!