He is not the only one that has been in the kitchen. Chef Bernie is usually home when I get home from work, and therefore makes dinner a lot. He is a way better cook than I am, a trait he inherited from his mother.
I am so thankful that Bernie made dinner tonight. I am exhausted. I was stranded in the Detriot airport for a few hours last night. When we finally boarded the plane, we sat on the tarmac for about an hour waiting for a mechanical defect to be fixed. By the time I pulled into the driveway at home, it was after 3am. I tried to sleep in but that is an impossible feat when you have small children.
Not only did he make dinner, he made one of my favorites, quiche:
When I was pregnant with Vivian, there was almost nothing that sounded appetizing. Quiche was one of the few things I would actually eat. Bernie started with a basic recipe and has been enhancing it ever since. It is awesome. I am lacto-ovo vegetarian but the rest of the family is not (although the jury is still out on Jack). This often means he has to make two versions of the same dish. Perhaps we should nominate him for sainthood? Lol!
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