Yeah, I've mentioned it before. He cooks. He irons. He has like seven chest hairs (What? I haven't mentioned that yet? Well, maybe that's because he JUST grew them. He's very proud of all seven of those babies.)
Here's proof that he knows his way around the kitchen. I was craving mussels this weekend, so we planned on going to one of our favorite restaurants, The Gandy Dancer, to indulge after running some errands Saturday. The problem was, we were done with our errands at 4:15 p.m. and were not quite hungry yet, as our tummies (or at least mine) were still stuffed with delicious mac and cheese from a late lunch. Also, we are not exactly an "early bird dinner" kind of couple yet. With any luck, we will never be that unhip.
Anyhow! We decided to stop at the grocery store on our way home and try to make mussels ourselves. (Ourselves obviously equals Andrew's self.) Well guess what? It was so good that I stuffed my face until I could stuff it no more. I had to actually UNZIP my jeans at the dinner table. How is that for classy? Behold!
My mouth is watering all over again. I can't wait to eat these fabulous sea creatures again immediately.
Andrew used this recipe, but he skipped the red pepper and increased the garlic tenfold.
He served the delicious garlic covered mussels with garlic basil fettucine in a
white wine clam sauce, with calamari, scallops, and shrimp. All ingredients (except the mussels) were from Trader Joe's. Nom nom nom.