I love to cook. I mean I REALLY love to cook. I consider myself a fairly decent cook. As a matter of fact, people tell me on a pretty consistent basis that I am a total kick butt cook. I am pretty sure that means my food is worth eating. That is why I was so shocked at a recent conversation I had with my husband, Bob.
"Honey, what's that smell?"
"I don't know. It smells like...like...like cat poop. Did the cat poop in the kitchen?"
"Um....that would be dinner."
Anyway, tonight's menu includes pork chile verde, rice and beans, all made from scratch. Wait, let me clarify that statement. That is tonight's menu for everyone sitting at my dinner table tonight except Bob. He will be eating crow.