I think I'm going to take digital photos of my dinner more often. Because once I upload and view them on the hi-res monitor, I notice all the hidden dangers lurking in my food, like that sheen of oil coating the last chicken dish my man made for us.
I know the photo doesn't do it justice, but this really was a dynamite-tasting creation. Chicken breasts, olive oil, sundried tomato, poblano peppers, mushrooms, fresh mozzerella (not the processed kind), capers, a touch of sherry, and I think that about covers it. Surprisingly, he didn't add garlic OR onion, but it was still delicious even without those sautee essentials.
And now that I have expressed my appreciation for finely prepared cuisine like this, I vow not to eat it anymore, save for a Friday or Saturday night, and in modest portions no larger than the size of my fist. Look at the evil lurking in that sautee pan! Evil, evil grease. Don't tell me "Oh, it's olive oil, it's good for you." That's mozzerella drippings and it's making its way into my arteries as we speak. Dang it!
"My Man Cooks Dinner While I Write the Copy and Marketing"
