I am married to an extremely hard-working man whose job is a tad on the busy side these days.
He makes me feel so proud.
The negatives are a.) I don't see him as often as I'd like and b.) He's rarely home in time for dinner. Unless I wanted to be more European and eat at bedtime. But that's when I go to bed.
Lately I've been thinking, You know, I would like to cook.
And so I decided to cook.
Even though I eat alone.
So last night I made this.
I have a thing for chicken. And mushrooms. And garlic. And white wine.
Oh, terragon how I love thee.
It was quite simple and muy delicioso.
Right now there are four flattened chicken breasts soaking in the flavors of tequila, lime, garlic, cilantro, and jalapeno. And when I get home, they will be transformed into this: