Mark it down. Monday, October 2nd, TJ took a step into the kitchen and made dinner. It started when he called, from the grocery store, and said, "I was thinking I'd cook dinner tonight."
Sweet! So I asked him, "Where are you?"
"Okay, they have Salmon on sale, if you want to get that." And then the conversation ended with the customary pleasantries.
"I'm not at Giant Eagle. I am at Walmart."
I say, of course, "Well don't get salmon THERE!" The horror of walmart fish! Something just seems bizarre about buying stereos, fertilizer, and salmon all in the same place.
He says, "I already did. It looks fine."
"uh, okay" Again with the pleasantries. (mmm, pastries)
"I need you to come pick me up. My car won't start. "
GAH! Why does he try and do something so sweet and wonderful and get punished? Why Buddha why?
But the calmness came through. We handled this as we usually do, fairly calmly. $65 later for a tow, we are home and he actually still wanted to cook dinner!
I wish I could go moment by moment and giggle at his little trials as he cooked. Truth be told, he did one funny thing and there was only one loud bang, followed by the vacuum sucking up whatever was then on the floor.
The funny thing: for bread crumbs, he toasted an English Muffin and then started scraping it. I then got the food processor out and he did it that way.
Loud Bang: cookie sheet that was in the oven already. He said immediately, "It's all good!"
And as with any cook, he was more critical of his concoction than I. He thought it lacked flavor and was troubleshooting for next time as he ate. I thoroughly appreciate that, and often do the same thing. It was, however, very good! I mean, he never cooks, and a salmon with an ALMOND CRUST, people, is a LOFTY goal for a first timer, and he did great!!
The most beautiful thing said during this excursion: "I want to cook once a week." Yes!!