Our Man Chef

For those of you who know us, you know that Gary loves to cook.  No, I take that back.  He doesn't just love to cook, he lives to cook.  He doesn't let a day go by that he isn't creating something special for our family.  His laptop is permanetely connected to some food page giving him new ideas, which, of course, he adjusts to his own tastes.  I don't think he has ever followed a recipe as written.   (which is why he can't stand to bake...it's too precise and doesn't allow for experimentation)

Sometimes, we get wrinkled noses from the kids, with their forks carefully picking out the onions or other strange looking ingredients and setting them aside on the edge of the plate.  But mostly we hear oooohs and aaaaahs.  Today was an oooooh and aaaaah day.   The odor permeating through the house was enough to bring everyone to the kitchen without having to yell "TIME TO EAT !!".

So, are you wondering what we had for dinner tonight...?  I bet you are, we all do every day.  He happened to catch a video on-line today, which was showing different ways to make stromboli and calzone.  So, off to Wegmans for the dough (he didn't make his own today---time restrictions) and other assorted ingredients.  There wasn't an unclean plate at the table.....which is always a great measurement for success ! 

We will definitely be having stromboli again....in fact, probably tomorrow and the next day and the next day.
He made enough to feed a small village! But that is nothing unusual.  You see, Gary doesn't know how to cook "small".  Everything he does is always of the GRAND type.  And when we clean up, are diligently searching for containers to store the leftovers and overflow the shelves in the frige.  But that's ok; Jessi has already announced she is going to take some to school for lunch tomorrow and I most likely will be having that as well. 

I suggested the next time we have stromboli that everyone can make their own individual one and add whatever they want.  We have done that many times with pizza and it always makes for a fun time. 

So now as I sit here, my middle feeling like it is about to explode, I reluctantly realize that it's time for clean up.  Sigh......the bad part of Gary's meals.  He may be our man-chef, but can also be known as The Messy Chef.  But I guess the good ones always are.