Blackbird's timing is exquisite. She wanted a picture of a meal, and That Stud Muffin I Married was home for dinner for the first time in about three weeks.
Otherwise we would have been in the kitchen. Eating something kind of "meh."
But here we are in the dining room. There's my son. Isn't the expression on his face heart-warming? To me it says "There goes my weird-ass mother taking a picture AGAIN, but it's cool. We have steak for dinner."
The Zyliss cheese grater (just north-east of my husband's fingers) is my favorite kitchen appliance. We use it nightly. Blessed are the cheese graters!
Tonight's dinner was broiled New York strip steak, buttered brussel sprouts, and plain old spaghetti with nothing on it but olive oil, but with freshly-grated Parmesan cheese for those who like it.
Except that my daughter, who has decided she doesn't like steak or brussel sprouts decided to have a hamburger with a side order of broccoli.
Personally, I don't think that there's that much of a difference. Red meat and cruciferous vegetable v. red meat and cruciferous vegetable? Maybe I'm missing something.
I set the table (and did the dishes) and TSMIM cooked.
Oh, and please notice the chairs I eBayed for an amazing price. I got a mahogany table and six chairs for $220. I still haven't taken the plastic off the upholstery. I know plastic slipcovers are all kinds of tacky, but removing slipcovers takes effort, whereas leaving slipcovers in place is effortless. Somebody needs to put some pressure on me or those chairs might never get out of their rain ponchos.
P.S. I just clicked on the pictures and noticed the amount of ketchup my daughter put on her hamburger. It's astonishing. I'm surprised bottles of ketchup don't run away screaming when they see her coming. The upshot? Those plastic slipcovers are only coming off when she eats hamburger with ketchup, and not the other way around.