So, I love to cook. The funny thing, though, is that everything I make turns out...well let's just say the Iron Chef judges would be shaking their heads in disappointment. So much time, such expensive ingredients, and bleh.
Tonight I made pork chops with a beer/butter/onion/garlic/cream sauce, and I think it turned out FABULOUS. Of course Stewart didn't much care for it, but his palate isn't very refined. What's important here is that I was very pleased with it.
The boy is still fantastic. Tonight I let him eat pureed sweet potatoes with his hands. It was a very sticky evening.