For those of you who know me, you most likely know that my husband (Hi Ruben!) is one bomb-diggity cook. I mean – BOMB cook. His specialty extraordinaire is anything Mexican. You’d never know it by looking at him...
... but he is ½ Mexican, and it absolutely shines through his cooking (the most recent Mexican fare was mole enchiladas – YUM!).
Well last night we had my parents over for an impromptu dinner, and of course Ruben rose to the occasion and prepared an incredible meal. It wasn’t Mexican. It wasn’t Italian. I’m not sure what category it officially falls into, but it doesn’t matter. It was soooooooo good. The whole night was perfection.
Ruben gave me a shopping list and I hopped over to the store to snag his ingredients for him before he got home. When the ingredient list includes stuff like - heavy cream, shallots, pinot grigio, french baguette - I know it is going to be good.
Below we have dijon mustard, heavy cream, bread crumbs, beef broth, red onion, chives, and I can't remember what was in the red dish. The rest is pretty self-explanatory, so I'm going to let the photos do the work.
My dad and I made ourselves useful by munching on this little bit of heaven. A french baguette and some quality olive oil is pretty hard to beat.
The chicken was done, the spinach was doing its thing in the oven, and the oh-so-creamy sauce for the chicken was bubbling away on the stove, when...
A massive storm blew through and knocked our power out.
Luckily, my dad is always Mr. Prepared and had a flashlight on him, and I have a ton of candles scattered throughout the house. But at the same time, I'm going "Oh NO! - Ruben, how are you going to finish cooking!?" and I'm honestly worried because the kitchen smells SO amazing and I'm starting to shake my fist at the thunderstorm (which is not something I usually do - I usually welcome thunderstorms - they are among my favorite things) when he directs my attention to the gas stove that is still burning - hooray!
We finally eat, by candlelight of course, and oh-my-oh-my. I think I said before that my husband is a chef extraordinaire? Confirmed, yet again.
Thanks for dinner, Ruben. You da BOMB.