My Husband Has Gone Mad (and I’m oh so thankful)
The menu at my house this week…
Friday: Homemade pizza with three salads (arugula, tomato and mozzarella) and squashed raspberries with vanilla mascarpone cream
Saturday: Wonky summer pasta with herb-y salad and pear drop tartlets
Sunday: Ratatouille (squash, eggplant, green pepper, onion, shallots, tomato…)
Monday: Cacio e Pepe with thyme and lemon roasted carrots
Tuesday: Slow baked salmon with lemon and thyme and ginger garlic corn
Wednesday: Pumpkin shrimp curry with crispy potatoes roasted with sage and clementine
Thursday: Shrimp fried rice with pecan, bourbon, and butterscotch bread pudding
About three months ago my husband fell into a cooking mania from which he cannot extricate himself. The food he makes is consistently complicated, complex, beautiful, and interesting.
I cook because I love my family and want to meet their needs. I cook quickly, with a few simple ingredients. My food—spaghetti, grilled chicken salad—is blue jeans and a hoodie. When Justin cooks, sometimes for hours, the kitchen comes alive with sounds and smells. What he puts on a plate is a perfectly tailored, classic, delicate, black dress (sometimes served with a great pair of red stilettos).
Yum.
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My name’s Jennifer Gerhardt.
