Peter and I do our best to eat a home cooked meal most nights. We actually do a very good job I'd say. I enjoy turning the radio on after a long day, pouring a glass of wine and beginning the cooking process. Peter usually comes home during my prep and he begins doing any dirty dishes I've created (or ones that are left over from the night before...*a dishwasher will be amazing one day*).
I really enjoy making dinner. I think I'm extra good at timing everything out so that all dishes are finished cooking at roughly the same time. Because I'm good at this - I tend to be a little overbearing in the kitchen. When Peter makes dinner, I'm usually banished to another room - I end up taking over otherwise.
Last night I had a shoot that went later than planned. I had asked Peter to make dinner - his choice. I figured I'd come home to an amazing pasta dinner or trader joe's meal (which I love!). As I walk in the door to our home I smell something wonderful. I figure it's from one of the two other apartments in our building. As I open our door however I'm incredibly delighted and surprised to find the delicious smell is wafting from our kitchen! He even bought a bottle of wine, which was lovely to have at the end of my long day.
Peter, I've known you for 12 years now...I'm happy to know that you still can surprise me. (especially when it's tasty food.)
voila...roast pork with apples, carrots, onions and sweet potatoes.

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