I love to cook.
And while that is super hard to imagine with all the “eating-out” we do around here…It’s true!
So, when were not chasing down happy hour destinations, or local restaurants, {or new hot-spots},
I am usually meal planning and prepping for the week.
I’m in love new recipes, the quest for a crock-pot winning save-the-day dinner, or grilling out some fresh veggies, filet’s, and baked sweet potatoes.
Something about longing for the end of the day.
Hubby gets home, Samantha is ecstatic to see him {and so am I!}….
We get to pour a cool beverage, chat about the day, J & S get to have a dance party or tickle-fest while I get to throw my apron on and cook.
It’s soothing to my soul!
One thing that I don’t love to make however, is sushi.
Hubby and I once took a “sushi-making” course at Sur La Table in Corona Del Mar.
It was a ball, but I quickly determined, it was not my way of rolling!
Yet, Going Out to Sushi is a whole other story.
Sushi.
Sushi.
Sushi.
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Valentine’s Day 2012 |