Note: This post is sponsored by Perdue Farms as part of my ongoing collaboration with them.
I scratch my head often
I’m not saying that the sole reason that I married my husband was that he
- Owned restaurants in Providence and Newport, RI
- Was a self-taught chef who cooked for celebrities
- Would bring home food from the restaurants nightly
If I had known that one day he was going to sell them and get out of the business completely, I would have spent more time with my mother and grandmother learning my way around the kitchen instead of going out to eat all of the time. Well, at least he’ll cook at home now….or so I thought.
He claims that he FORGOT HOW TO COOK
That is the lamest excuse I’ve ever heard. Most life skills are like riding a bicycle. Once you get back on it all comes back to you. At least I have the “I never learned to cook” excuse that I can fall back on.
I excel at taking cooking shortcuts
I have promised myself that beginning this December that I will learn to venture out of the dozen dinners that I know how to make and get more creative (AKA have patience) in the kitchen and am relying on Perdue Farms product to help me put some great meals on the table.
In the meantime
I served a half rack of delicious St Louis BBQ Ribs with an amazing Budweiser Brewmaster’s Classic Barbecue Sauce on it from Coleman Naturals this week. They came pre-cooked and I heated them up in foil on the grill to get that grilled taste (I did take them out of the foil for a few minutes because Mr. S has a thing about ribs that are too wet). I SCORED at dinner while he was watching the Nationals beat the Astros. Luckily, the only one with skin in the game was ME…with dinner.
FYI – Mr. S ate the half rack of ribs which was the perfect size for one person. For a full dinner for 2 or 3 people, I’d definitely do a full rack of these ribs.
Oh & I indulged in one of my guilty pleasures
While he was using up that stack of napkins and dining on ribs…I went for one of my indulgences Perdue Chicken Plus Chicken Breast and Vegetable Tenders. Best of all, I got a full serving of vegetables without having to cook (there I go again). No, I’ll NEVER grow up…EVER.
But he never mentions it…then again, I know he can still cook so I guess that makes us even.