A French country meal starts with soup… lately we (Sacha and I) have had are fair share of it. French Husband has become a mini Paul Bocuse, I am not complaining, no siree. French Husband has cooked dinner every night since I returned home from the States.
He even goes to the grocery store! I am awestruck, simply surprised… I am wondering how long this will last. My fingers are crossed, not because I do not like to cook, but because it is such a delightful treat to have him in the kitchen whipping up goodness.
French Husband use to serve food that was only white: baguettes, goat cheese, pasta with cream sauce, rice, yogurt, apple slices, milk….
He even sets the table, lights a candle…
Cuts the vegetables in all sorts of unusual shapes…
Has a bottle of red wine on the table too! Yes siree, white was
nice, but since my absence his palette has ripened with a new
direction, developing a fuller color scheme that is off the charts.
Three course meals, starting with soup. Like I said I have been so awestruck I haven't noticed if he is wearing an apron or not. Oh that Mini-Paul-Bocuse-with-a-head-full-of-hair- man-of-mine!
Scrumpdillyumptious — he is the best dessert.
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