I cook dinner almost every night. I enjoy it (most of the time) and I hope that the home-cooked meals that we share as a family will be something that Sophie and Margaret remember.
This year, though, Pete has been in charge of dinner on Thursday nights. The reason for this is that I have to take Sophie to dance after school and we don't get home until 5:30 p.m. or later, which is much too late for me to start dinner.
It started out that Pete would pick up a pizza or Chipotle, which was fine by us. Who doesn't like pizza and Chipotle? But then he got a little more adventurous. And he has been very successful. (Well, except for that ill-fated chicken day when I had to explain the basics of food safety to him.)
One of his first forays into cooking was to make what he called "Fish Balls," a breaded and fried sardine mixture that the girls (amazingly) loved and I tolerated.
Last week, he surprised us all with pan-seared steaks, with roasted broccoli and potatoes. I was so impressed!
But, this week he outdid himself by making homemade pasta, which he topped with a sauce that included some of his homemade sausage. I honestly didn't know he had it in him.
I think I might let this Thursday tradition continue even after dance class ends for the summer.