Someone else was in my kitchen
Nov. 3, 2013 8:44 am
Updated: Nov. 7, 2013 1:22 pm
My kitchen is my domain. Sort of like the garage/shop is my husband's domain. I don't go in there except to get the lawn mower or leaf blower out so I can do my chores. Jon goes in my kitchen more than I go in his shop - I have food in my domain and
I was taught how to share. Jon will even help prepare a meal, or "pretend" he's helping to clean up. Ladies, you know the routine.... "I'll help wash the dishes, but I need to make a quick phone call first." That translates into hubby comes wandering back
to the kitchen just as you're hanging the towel up to dry. Rarely do I get kicked out of my kitchen, but last night that happened.
We had spent the day together pretty much - after Jon took care of a few things he needed to take care of, plus an emergency trip to the restaurant because of a broken toilet - we were ready for dinner. We had our favorite foods to prepare for dinner, but
oddly enough there had been no conversation as to what we were having alongside all the scrumptious seafood we had. We had crab legs, clams, shrimp, lobster tails, and oysters. I went outside to let Suzy out and when I came back in - Jon was fast at work
in the kitchen. "What are you going to do with the seafood?" I ask. "Just go find a bottle of wine and leave this to me." was the reply. Fine. I can take a hint; especially hints that mean I can go sit down and relax and just wait for the call to the
table. I wandered into the living room to start a fire and my phone rang.... a call from Steve in South Dakota. I can't think of any better way to pass the time while waiting for the dinner bell; unless it's a call from down the road a piece from Kristal.
For quite a while Jon has been talking about a shrimp boil, or in our case, a seafood boil. Seafood is our favorite food and just throwing everything into a pot sounds like a great idea. That is what Jon did last night. He poured some water into our big
seafood steaming pot along with a glug of the wine. He also dumped in some Old Bay, onions, garlic and who knows what else. Then he chopped up some potatoes into big chunks and dumped them into the pot. When the potatoes were about done he threw in the
crustaceans and their cousins the bivalves. A bowl of fresh red raspberries and blackberries and a dish of melted butter and a little cocktail sauce was all that was needed to complete this meal. That and the bottle of wine.
We sat at our table and stuffed our faces for a good long time. I felt like royalty, or at least like a rich person with kitchen staff. Then the pot was empty and so was the bottle of wine. Reality set in - I had to do clean-up duty. "I'll help with the
dishes, but I want to take this bag of trash out first." Jon said to me. He did make it back in with enough time to actually dry a few dishes, so I did get help. You won't hear any complaints from me - dinner was great!