Since getting married, I’ve gone from feeding myself to feeding a meat-eating husband. While I have convinced him that some vegetarian options are delicious (I’m looking at you Amy’s Enchiladas), deep down he is still a meat-eater all the way. I actually gave him steak knives as a wedding present and promised to cook him steaks (…on occasion).
I’ve never been a big steak eater. I can eat hamburgers all day long. But steaks (and steakhouses) are wasted on me. I just don’t get it.
Because of this lack of steak love, I tend to gravitate more towards chicken…i love me some chicken. My mom’s parmesan chicken may be the best food on earth. It’s a close call between that and my grandma’s chicken n’ dumplings. And then there is fro yo…it’s up there on my list too. But that has nothing to do with chicken.