At home, I do the cooking. I like it that way, most of the time. Quite frankly, I panic when other people cook in my kitchen, my husband included. It's odd. I know. I'll write more about that later....
For now, I'm enjoying my last few days on the Gulf Coast. My husband likes to hone his cooking skills while we're at the beach, which is fine with me. It's not MY kitchen. I usually walk out to the pier with the kids and watch the sun begin to set while he works his magic. Last night, he fried up some fabulous fish and paired it with homemade grits, fresh corn on the cob and a beautiful sunset. He's a good man. I know. But I'm still queen of the kitchen.
No comments:
Post a Comment