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I Must learn how to cook for my future husband..i want to show him how much i care by cooking delicious meal for him ^^

Its a very technical recipe involving a telephone, a guy named Dan, and no dishes.

I’m tired.

I don’t feel like cooking jack.

Tasty, easy and done in 10. That’s my kind of weekday cooking. Little side salad of arugula and spinach for me, bigger dila for hubby, no veggies. Wuss. He’s scared of arugula.

That was last night, tonight is Pan seared Mahi Mahi with adobo seasoning, sauteed spinach and tomatoes, and corn.

Over the past few days, I have made a lentil soup, a rich chocolate cake, and quesadillas. All went quite well and will be repeated! I have also bought ingredients to make baked ricottas with baby spinach and pinenuts today. Hurray!

This goal is working wonders, we now eat at home more than we dine out, which is nothing short of miraculous for us.

So, I’m into the habit, now its time to start refining things a bit. I’m working on making better choices health and diet wise at the grocery store. First up, meat and protein choices. If we are craving beef, my husband and I both will reach for the ribeyes or filets first. Because they are yummy. But they are higher in fat, so I tried a flank steak because its leaner. I marinated it overnight in a ancho chile powder and cracked pepper rub, salt, garlic and a splash of a store bought teriaki sauce. I grilled it to med rare, and it was delicious, but the cut of meat definitely is tougher than ribeye. Next time, I’ll use a more acidic based marinade with more liquid and see if it helps.

Other than the flank steak, we’re doing tuna steaks, mahi mahi, and orange roughy this week, along with a little chicken. Trying to limit beef to once a week.

Breakfast is a no brainer, I never skip breakfast. I usually cook oatmeal and poach an egg, with some sort of juice and coffee.

Lunch this week is covered as well. Lunch is usually my downfall lately, if I don’t take something healthy, I eat on the fly and its usually fatty crap, so I prepared about a dozen lunches of shrimp or chicken with vegetable mixes, and sealed them with a vacuum sealer and froze them. All I have to do is grab a bag on my way out the door in the AM, throw a carby something in my bag with a protein bar for a snack and I’m good to go.

I’ve finally found a protein bar that doesn’t kill my digestive system or have tons of calories or sugar. Detour low sugar bars, taste like Snickers and have 15 g of protein, and 110 calories. Perfect to bring me from lunch to dinner and keep me from attacking the snack machine.

I need to learn to cook sometime…

two nights ago, we did steaks and potatoes, since the hubby was feeling down and that’s his favorite meal. Last night, back to lighter fare. I made broiled snapper with fresh corn and sugar snap peas.

I need to work on better lunches though. I’m just taking easy stuff, since I am so disfunctional in the morning. I’m pretty sick of salads already. Throw lettuce in tupperware, slurp down coffee, play on net, stumble out door.

I broke out the new stainless, and made a huge mofo pot of spicy chunky vodka marinara. I say vodka marinara, because after carmelizing the onions, and it came time to deglaze the pan, I had no wine, no broth. Damn, I gotta have something, so I grabbed the vodka. Worked like a charm, and The Goose added a rather nice sweetness. I was shocked. I filled six containers to freeze, and left one for dinner.

For dinner, me and Mr. Grace had the vodka marinara with some monster shrimp sauteed in a touch of that truffle oil, which was very aromatic while cooking but a waste taste wise, as it got lost in the sauce. The sauce kicked ass, though, and I topped the dish with freshly grated Parmigiano Reggiano and it was tasty.

Besides food tasting significantly better, a great unexpected side effect of this week’s experiment appeared when I got on the scale tonight. I wasn’t really trying, I mean, I’ve been cooking quiche and stuff, not exactly low fat or cal. Hey, I’ll take free lost poundage, any day.

I really am liking this, but I still f’n hate cleaning up. I thought I might grow to like that more as being part of the art of cooking an all, but nuh-uh. Nope. Not happening.

I cook, he cleans. Right? RIGHT? :)

The drinkable kind.

And I made another quiche, this time arugula-onion-swiss. I will be getting no kisses tomorrow, as my breath will be horrendous, but god, its going to be good. I’ll brush my tooth afterwards. ;)

I don’t feel like eating dinner tonight, other than drinking my screwdriver and having some melba toasts. I’m tired, sick of working today, and would rather sit on my ass.

The last of the quiche and maybe a spinach salad. I need to eat more greens.

After dinner, I am making homemade salsa and then a little nectarine and peach chutney. That counts as cooking, right? No heat is involved, but its crafting food, so I say it counts. I did microwave my quiche. There, I cooked.