Last Saturday, DB~ surprised me by making dinner. She just doesn't cook. She'll bake, she'll make a killer dessert to take to a party. Dinner? Not really her thing.
But when she does it, she does it right. For this one, she had to go to two different Giant Eagles, she thought about it for two weeks, and she was beet red by the time she was done. But it was great. DB~ tried to replicate the Croque Monsieur and Croque Madames we had in Paris at Angelina's. She got it to the 90th percentile.
I'm not a fan of eggs, so I had the Monsieur, which is small square white bread, ham, melted gruyere cheese, and then a bechamel sauce on top, then put in the broiler. DB~ had the Madame, which is the same sandwich with a fried egg on top.
I always appreciate when she does things in the kitchen, because truth be told it can be a grind to come up with four to five interesting dinners each week. After dinner, DB~ said, "I give you a lot of credit, because I don't know how you do it every night."
We each do our tasks that we're good at. That's why it works.
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