I. Am. A. Genius.

The other night my husband made this side dish that was nothing to write home about. Let’s just say that it was lacking a lot of things, the main ingredient would be “flavor”. It was a very bland white bean and tomato salad, served cold no less. It was from a recipe that was not of this household. We are now a household of excellent chefs and I can tell you this atrocity would not have come from our cookbook.

The ingredients were white beans, diced tomatoes, fresh parsley, celery and balsamic vinaigrette (which went undetected). We each spooned a bit on our respective plates then took bites and simultaneously looked at each other with the expression of disgust across our faces. I think we were more appalled at this recipe than disgusted. I choked down what I could as I was convinced that surely the more I ate, the better it would taste. I was wrong. My husband stopped eating it after the first bite, that man is very clever.

However, whilst determined to finish the serving on my plate I said aloud, “This is missing something”. To which my husband replied, “Flavor”. I said, “I can fix this.” And I did but it took me a day.

Last night I made a roast, a delicious concoction of awesome. The ingredients were Cajun seasoning, a dash of Tabasco hot sauce and diced tomatoes. It simmered in the slow cooker all day and teased me until it was time for dinner. The last 30 minutes of cooking, I sliced red, orange and yellow bell peppers and added them to the mouthwatering mix.

The leftover product was an amazing broth and I knew I had solved the problem of the century: What to add to the previous evening’s dinnertime nightmare?

Now we are at tonight. I chopped up fresh garlic and red onion then heated all of the ingredients together then added salt for good measure (and rightfully so). After heating, I separated the bell peppers from the other ingredients then blended what remained. I then poured it from the blender to the pot I was cooking it in then added the peppers back in. It simmered until the pork tenderloin that my husband was making was done. To which was accompanied by a Chimichurri sauce.

Mealtime perfection. I. Am. A. Genius.


Note: I had a great assistant. My husband is something to write home about.


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