In my effort to be a better husband, I attempted to make Jennica dinner tonight...for the 1st time since we've been married.
Note that previous attempts at this (when I was still an ambitious lad and courting her), resulted in me scraping the burn off of a grilled cheese sandwich while her tomato soup from a can was getting cold. That's what ambition will get you. Stupid grilled cheese. I never get it right.
But, what with me being off work and all I figured I had a full day to prepare a meal that would otherwise take a skilled cook 2 hours. This should be no problem!
And actually, it wasn't. I even had time to nap, walk the dog, nap some more, and visit friends.
What did I make? A Moroccan stew in Jennica's Tagine. What's a Tagine? It's a clay pot and lid, with a hole at the top for venting. You put a bunch of ingredients into the bottom, cover it, and let them simmer. This particular stew turned out really well, and I'm proud of my efforts. What was in the stew?
Chicken marinaded in lemon juice, Tumeric, and garlic. I didn't know what was technically a "clove" of garlic and had to look this up.
Onions. Lots of Onions. I cried.
Harissa sauce (I made from scratch. Ha!)
Grapes...fun!
Artichoke Hearts. I heart them.
Cilantro. I had to look up how to chop this.
Chicken stock.
Some sugar and spices.
It's served over Couscous.
Kudos to Jennica for trusting me to use the sharp knives and for being patient. She rules.
No more "My First Kitchen" for me!
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