RecipeMuncher

So get this: the chef has lost 20 pounds over the course of this recent health care nightmare. TWENTY POUNDS. I seem to have gained them, eating out of hospital vending machines….but that’s not the point of this story. He wasn’t very heavy to start with, and now he’s thinner than he’s been his whole adult life. Plus he has a teeny tiny stomach now, and can’t eat all that much. I’m on a mission to put some meat back on his bones, but since he can only eat a little bit here and there, I have to make those bites as full of oomph as I can.

And it’s weird, I must say, to be the one cooking meals. For the three years we’ve been together, I have cooked dinner twice. I used to cook big dinners every single night when I was raising three children, but they were grown and gone when we met, and he’s such a good cook, so he kept that job. It’s simultaneously fun and a little nerve-wrack…