He Cooks For Me: A Love Story
“I’d like to cook for you,” He said, a few months after we started dating. “Why don’t you come over for Easter dinner?”
I was excited. News of his prowess in the kitchen had spread throughout our circle of friends at both churches. My girls, according to the alternating visitation schedule, would be with their dad, and my family was too far away to visit. I was glad I wouldn’t spend another holiday alone.
When I got to his condo, I could smell dinner all the way down the hallway - a rich, garlicky aroma. “It smells delicious,” I said. “What are we having?”
“Osso Buco”, He said, wiping his hands on his personalized apron.
He owns his own apron! I shouted to myself. “Osso Buco, that’s great!”
“Have you heard of it before?”
“Uh, no, actually not.”
“It’s braised veal shanks. A classic Italian recipe.”
I was utterly impressed. Guys took me out to steakhouses or seafood places; when they cooked a fancy dinner for me, it was inevitably a steak, a baked potato, and some wine. No one had ever cooked me a meal I’d never even heard of before.
I watched him sprinkle chopped fresh parsley in a delicate pattern over our dishes, and then serve steaming veal with a thick red sauce onto each plate. There were candlesticks and placemats, and a wine that he had to explain before I even had a taste. Something Italian and as dark red and rich as the meal; he had chosen it to complement the veal. I appreciated the explanation. I was used to $3 bottles of White Zinfandel.
When I could eat no more, I sat back and rubbed my stomach.
“What do you think?” He asked.
“I think I love it,” I said, meaning the meal, the wine, the idea of a man who cooks especially for me.
Want to try the Big Guy’s recipe? Here’s the recipe for Osso Buco we made this weekend.
Published by angelawd on March 5th, 2008 tagged Life With the Big Guy
March 6th, 2008 at 12:55 am
Insert long, low whistle here! You’d better be careful, Angela, your man looks mighty fine to some of us who pull the vacuum attachment out as we pass our sleeping husbands and scoop up the potato chips stuck to his shirt. I’m just saying….
I don’t even need to look at the recipe, I already know I cannot accomplish it! Sigh.
March 6th, 2008 at 4:22 am
No WONDER you fell for him!!
March 6th, 2008 at 4:02 pm
Stacey, you should totally try it! It’s cooked kind of like a pot roast, and not that hard.
Swishy, he’s a saint, and I’m the most blessed girl in the world. P.S. any job news yet?
March 6th, 2008 at 4:03 pm
By the way, Stacey, the Big Guy and I were laughing hysterically about the potato chip incident.
March 10th, 2008 at 8:49 pm
Osso buco! OMG my favorite favorite Italian meal! He is such a catch you lucky girl you!
I’m out to check out the recipe!