This one deserved its own post (as positive reinforcement.) I called up Stu yesterday while at work and told him I wanted meat for dinner. Nothing specific, it just had to be red meat of some sort. I must need iron or something. I really wasn't expecting much, maybe frozen Swedish meatballs or the offer of taking me out to McDonalds for a "burger."
But he made a pot roast! And a GOOD one! All by himself (with a little guidance from a recipe and some wisdom from his mama.)
I just had to share that. I like it when he makes me dinner.