As I left for work this morning, my husband came home from his job, done for the day. He told me not to worry about dinner because he had a surprise.
I hate surprises. Normally. So I just had one question -- "dinner in or dinner out?"
The what of it wasn't important, just in vs out, and if we were going to have guests.
"Dinner in," he answered. "You'll like it."
After work, I walked in the door and the house smelled amazing. I almost walked right by the cleaned dinner table and fresh flowers to set my purse down. Okay. I did walk right by them. But they registered. After I set everything down, I gave hubby a big smooch and thanked him.
He marched me over to the sofa and instructed that I sit down and relax.
I love him. SO much.
He set the table and everything and I walked over to sit down to a beautifully plated meal.
So beautiful, I had to stop and take a picture.
He even used cilantro. Amazing.
Chicken marinated in a honey lemon sauce, seasoned with lemon pepper and Mrs. Dash, and then grilled, served with mashed potatoes.
I can't give the exact recipe for the taters, but they involved the normal butter and milk, and the oh so awesome ingredients of:
- green onions
- parmesan cheese
And the icing on the cake? No, not cake. I'm not huge on sweets. Salt's my Achilles' heel.
Served with homemade beer. Really really good homemade beer.
I married an awesome guy. I'm keeping him.