I love Sunday nights these days. My husband has dedicated Sundays to his cooking night for the rest of his life. Yes, you read that correctly. He will cook every Sunday from now until as long as we are together. He has also designated it “Family Night”, which means nothing can interfere with this night and all four of us will eat together. It’s awesome. We are so lucky to have such a doting dad in the house.
I can remember traditions like these growing up and I still cherish them. I’m so happy my kids will have the same. I’m so happy to have the chance to make new memories with my own family too. How cool.
The really neat thing is to watch my husband come up with something to cook on these nights. He starts brainstorming on Fridays and sometimes Sunday morning, but the food always turns out well. He hasn’t made anything inedible yet… well, except for the night I grew impatient and he took some meat off the grill a little too earlier. Don’t think I haven’t been out of the kitchens Sundays since then. Oops.
The amazing folks at Carolina Creole recently sent me a two jars of Carolina Creole, a bag of rice and a bag of grits. I was going to save the suspense for the cooking demonstration I will be hosting on September 17th. Find out more about it here. My husband saw the one of the jars and the rice and decided we were going to have “Creole” Night. It turned out perfectly! And that sauce was D@#! good!