I’m off on the East Coast with the love of my life so I had to share a Derwood post as my last reblog. I will be back soon with stories and photos. I know you can’t wait!
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Derwood loves grocery shopping. I hate grocery shopping so it is a bonus for me that I’m marrying someone who wants to buy the household provisions. He usually does the shopping on Sunday but is happy to go to the store every single day, sometimes more than once.
As an example: let’s say it’s a Saturday evening and we don’t have any kids so we are going to make a dinner for two. I will make a list:
- pinot gris (might need a big girl bottle)
- N/A beer
- flank steak
- fingerling potatoes
Deren will leave to go buy these items at one of two or three markets in our vicinity. By “in our vicinity” I mean less than a mile from the house. I won’t see him again for probably an hour. He will come back and we will unpack the bag of groceries.
Then the dinner prep begins:
D: I’m going to make you dinner tonight!
M: Aww thanks honey!
And Derwood starts cooking dinner. I watch him wandering around the kitchen. I watch the clock. I open my wine and pour. He looks up a salad dressing recipe on the computer. He gets out bowls and measuring cups. He stares at the pantry looking for the right vinegar.
I get the steak out to bring to room temp and season it. Turn the oven on and rinse the potatoes, toss them in a baking pan with olive oil, garlic, rosemary, s&p.
He goes to get a beer. What is that song on the TV music channel? Walks over to see the artist. “I used to listen to a lot of so and so and they really influenced my lyrics back then. I don’t think I have a CD of that song. I should see if Nick has one.” Goes back to salad dressing, adds oil and stirs. Goes back to stare at computer.
No! Maggie, I can take the recycling out. He gathers up recycling takes it out to the carts in the driveway.
I start the BBQ and prep the asparagus.
He comes back in and realizes he hasn’t bought a cucumber or ice cream. This evening is not going to play out without cuke in the salad and ice cream after dinner. Off goes Derwood to the store.
I pour more wine, quickly grill the asparagus and tent with foil. Throw potatoes in the oven. Derwood returns and is back at work on the salad which will now have cucumber slices in it; along with tomatoes, avocado and red onion, arugula and romaine. He makes one hell of a salad. Derwood whisks the salad dressing, peers into the bowl and looks around the kitchen; decides to roast some walnuts. He then checks the score of the game. Gets walnuts out of the cupboard, chops them and arranges them on a cookie sheet.
I fill my glass and put the steak on the grill.
Derwood takes a call from work. He’s on the phone for 15 minutes. I drink some wine and stir the potatoes.
He’s back and ready to address the walnut roasting but it can wait till the potatoes are done. I remove steak from the grill.
We talk about work and dance to a song we both love.
Potatoes are done. He puts the walnuts in the oven. I finish my wine and select something to watch on TV.
He dresses the salad and slices the steak. Serves me dinner. I fall asleep after eating and miss the latest episode of House of Cards.
I love when Derwood cooks dinner.