Let Me See Your Shrimp Roll

This shrimp roll, assembled by the H of course, and homemade chips were just what I was craving on a recent hot, summer night. The lemonade and paper goods added to the fantasy of being on a gourmet picnic, right at our very own dining-room table.

Romancing the Steak

My steak. On an ordinary night not unlike this one.Thank you sweet husband. I love you too.

Hamm and Scallops

Yep, we had another grown up, Mad Men dinner the other night. Hard to say which I liked better, the Hamm or the scallops. Then again, why choose? They were both awesome.

Doesn't My Bathroom Look Pretty?

The H painted our bathroom walls this vibrant, sea-spray blue color last weekend. And just like that the whole room went from drab to fab. For us anyway. The bathroom's always been my sanctuary, but now I might never come out!

For Our Dining Pleasure

Every now and then the H likes to remind me who's boss in the kitchen. Case in point: this duck prosciutto-wrapped halibut in asparagus sauce and stuffed strawberries for dessert. Consider me reminded.

Pizza Pizza

Leftover Giovanni's pizza, baby shrimp, spinach, mushrooms, poached eggs, Hollandaise sauce

Can the H doctor up a slice of pizza the morning after. Or what.

Heart Day Recap

Want to know what we did for Valentine's Day (sorry, I can't keep this blog current to save my life)? Well, without giving too much away, the H made a four-course meal. While I sat in bed. And ate.And drank.And then ate and drank some more the next morning. Yep, he done good.

Steak In-House

Here, you will see why I love it when the H gets all steak-house on me.And just like in a real steak house, the first course was my favorite. No offense to the cow, but I love a good starter more than anything.

Weekend Mornings

On a good weekend morning, I try to catch up on my pleasure-reading.Apparently Snook has been taking notes.

And on a really good weekend morning, by the time I'm ready to put my book down, brunch is on the table.Hooray for weekend mornings.

Beetiful Eats

Unlike the dinners I've been making lately, the H's dishes really beg to be photographed. Just look at this beautiful roasted beets, goat cheese and walnut salad he served up a while back. So pretty. And beets r0asted in the oven are about the best thing I have tasted in a while.

My Guys

My guys have been spotted tooling around in these complementary sweatshirts and chapeaus since Christmas, thanks to my mom. It's one of the cuter things I've seen in a while.

Watching Paint Dry

This pastime goes from ho hum to aesthetically pleasing if you happen to have this contraption, or something like it, hanging from your kitchen counter. I think the H found ours at IKEA.

More Good Eats

Last week's dinner menu included a real, honest-to-goodness, old-school-steak-house-style, table-side Caesar salad.Check the ingredients.Snook getting in on the raw-egg act.A splash of this and a stir of that.And voila!

Next up was lamb and winter vegetables. You know, I think I might take a turnip over a potato any day.Tis the season to eat!

Family Heirloom

The H made the prettiest and tastiest heirloom tomato salad the other night with homemade bleu cheese dressing. I'm hoping against hope that his passion for cooking runs in the family, as in S 'n' B start whipping up gourmet goodies for us any time now.

Good Gumbo

I'm not sure if it was our stroll around New Orleans Square a couple of Sundays ago or the freezing cold nights we've been having (high forties/low fifties is freezing for a SoCal wimp like me), but the H was inspired to make some hot and spicy seafood gumbo the other night. There's nothing like being warmed up from the inside out.

Mad Love

The H made us the most delicious Mad Men dinner last Sunday night. It was a pickled vegetable salad with prosciutto and a soft-boiled egg. Inspiration can be found here. The H, the dinner, the dirty martini, the Draper-- I was definitely feeling the love.

Do You Chorizo?

I don't usually chorizo. Too salty, too sausagy, too much. Plus it has a tendency to repeat on me all day long. Well, I didn't have any of those problems with the H's. Maybe I do chorizo.

Looked Good Enough To Eat

So we did. And it was. You can find something similar here. I popped a steamed mussel into each of the kids' mouths. There was chewing but no swallowing. Baby steps.