We so grown.
That’s what Husband and I keep saying to each other these days. Like yesterday when I popped out back to clip some of the fresh herbs we grew to actually use in this dish. I walked by and said Oh, what’s that? Yeah, I’m just out here harvesting some of this basil I grew all by myself to use on this amazing chicken cacciatore I’m cooking. And Husband proudly said we so grown.
I look at us on the weekends now happily working on the house and yard, shuttling the kids to and from sports and activities and think man, we are so grown up now.
Our weekends used to be about sleeping in and going out and now we’re so… domestic. We get excited about perennials and little league. We’re like Will Ferrell in this scene from Old School.
And I get really excited about putting something like this on the table! The chicken stews in the tomato sauce and literally falls off the bone. It’s a perfect Sunday dinner because you can throw it in the oven (or crock pot!) and forget about it.
And go do something awesome like go to the dump. That’s our new “us time”. We load up his truck with the carnage of all our yard work and ride to the dump together with the windows rolled down listening to the hair band mix CD we bought at the gas station. Ahhh… good times. And p.s… I’m always so impressed with the amount of limbs and debris he can muckle onto with his big ol’ strong arms. I always stand back and think that’s right, y’all, look at that sexy man! He’s a beast! And he’s all mine! At the dump with Skid Row playing in the background.
We so grown.
|I tossed the pasta with the sauce and threw it all back in the pan to serve this family-style|
|Here she is right out of the oven... just soaking up all that tomato gravy :)|