Gettin' Down!

After all the saddness yesterday, I felt the need to do something nice for my man. And what does a man appreciate more than a woman getting down in the kitchen and making him an excellent meal of meat and potatoes?

Now my man can cook. I mean he can really, really cook. He makes this pizza that literally makes me salivate just thinking about it, and he's from NY, so he knows his pizza. I have tried to cook him little things here and there. They usually come from a mix, a can, or the frozen foods section. It's not that I can't cook, it's just that I don't. I've been telling him that for over a year, and last weekend he said he was starting to doubt me.

I found a recipe on allrecipes.com, an excellent site for Chicken Cordon Bleu, with a white wine cream sauce. It seemed daunting with the white wine sauce, but it also sounded tasty and fancy, and just the ticket.

I printed off the recipes, made my grocery list and off I went. I was feeling sort of overwhelmed at the grocery store, wondering "can I really pull this off?" I'd talked it up so much, that I had to perform. It was a success. I felt all bad ass in the kitchen with my great-grandma's pink apron on and making a big mess of flour, oil, chicken, cheese, and olive oil. But ooh, it was yummy!!

John showed up at the perfect moment as I was pulling the chicken out of the pan, and starting to make the sauce. I was in full cook mode, and I was on it! The sweet man brought me a dozen roses, then proceeded to watch in awe as his girlfriend of 14 months did something he'd never witnessed before, and was starting to think not possible.

The meal was a great success, topped off with garlic red mashed potatoes and french cut green beans. He said he'd keep me. (he would've anyway, I am pretty sure)