A recipe in this post earned itself the following shiny badges:
Being expected to share cooking duties with someone is a challenging experience. Especially when that someone can actually cook super tasty things, and has a much lower tolerance for eating crap just because you decided to try something new.
So when you spend an hour cooking something that he readily proclaims is delicious, IT’S LIKE FOURTH OF FREAKIN’ JULY. On a weekday no less!
What is this miracle dish you managed to not ruin, you ask? Chicken Marsala, from a recipe penned by the ever-popular Emeril (or his team of test-kitchen minions), even though I didn’t have about half of the ingredients and I used a big-ass jug of cabernet instead of marsala wine, because, to be honest, what’s the point of paying to cook with wine if you can’t drink it at the same time (see “classy”). Without further ado: The Best Recipe for Convincing Your Boyfriend He Didn’t Make A Mistake Sharing A Kitchen With You, with my helpful notes in italics.
