A new Chef in da House!

For dinner Monday night, Matt decided to whip up a dish he used to cook in his bachelor days. And it was delicious! This was a nice treat on a Monday night, as I got to sit on the couch and knit and catch up on Project Runway while Matt worked away in the kitchen.

Now, don't think that Matt can't cook; he can and has in the past. It's just that I really enjoy cooking and trying out new recipes, (and maybe, just maybe, sometimes I have a hard time handing over the reigns in the kitchen to someone else), but since he offered, how could I turn him down. I loved that he got the recipe out of a book from Company's Coming called The Rookie Cook, which featured a picture of a guy in a blue apron, wiping his eyes from chopping onions. It doesn't get any better than that! 

So, what did we eat? You can't tell from the photo?! It was a spicy chicken stir fry with cashews on a bed of white rice. The cashews were a last minute addition (and not in the recipe...way to improvise, Matt!) and really added some nice crunch and flavour to the dish. The sauce had some really nice heat... maybe a little too much for my taste buds, but I know Matt enjoyed it. And as an added bonus, usually Matt does the dishes after I cook, but he even did them after HE cooked! A girl could get used to this kind of service...

And of course we've been glued to the television each night watching the Olympic coverage. We're interested in sports we never thought we would be, and found ourselves staying up much later than we should to see our athletes compete, even though we PVR the program to watch later. This back fired on us one night when we went to bed before our Canadian figure skating pair performed their last skate in the medal round. We thought we'd watch it in the morning while getting ready for work, but while we were up in the gym the next day, the tv was on and spoiled the results (plus, a guy in our hallway gets the newspaper each day, and I sneak a peak at the headlines as we walk by, and the figure skating couple were on the front page... I knew it was probably good news). We still came back and watched them skate, but some how knowing the outcome makes it a little less exciting.

I think we will both be a little sad when the Olympics are over and we have to go back to watching scripted TV... but until then, Go Canada!