Turnabout

My Beloved is a wiz in the kitchen. He says he's competent but I'm the better cook. I say he could take over my job any day and I'd be out of work.

I wasn't feeling much like cooking one day last week, a rare occurrence for me, so he stepped in and made dinner. We had a Black Dragon tri-tip in the fridge, so he barbecued that, sautéed in butter with garlic chips some of our trusty Swiss chard and sliced a nice ripe tomato topped with some leftover burrata. He even added a handful of colorful cherry tomatoes to the plate to pretty it up.

The man is a wiz.