That was the first time I realized this husband of mine was as excited about my love of cooking as I was.
It wasn’t the first thing he bought me. That was one of these bowls. I don’t recall which one but this is my favorite style of bowl to cook with. No idea why. But I love them. If I had four, no, lets say five, in every size I’d be a happy cook. I don’t care about the outside design, I just love these bowls.
This morning, as Grandpa was cooking hash browns in that same cast iron pan, I realized that my love of cooking has infected him. He always does the hash browns but lately he has begun his own quest to get them Just Right which has led to him working to find the right balance of oils to cook in. This morning he says he used too much beaslings and is going to cut it back.
Also I love that he has adopted the use of both the word beaslings and the use of them. My paternal grandmother was a diner cook from back in the day. She cooked in diners all her life and the woman loved her some beaslings. Beaslings are simply reserved bacon grease. Grandma always had a can on the stove, we keep ours in the fridge but as a nod to Grandma I still use a can.
I always thought beaslings was a Missouri term but I rarely find anyone who knows what the heck I mean when I say it. Quite frankly, m not even sure I spell it correctly.
At this moment my darling husband is out in his shop fabricating me a clamp to use my iPhone on my tripod for this blog. It’s not enough that he patiently holds the reflector trying to get more light into our poorly lit kitchen as I learn to shoot halfway decent pictures for this blog. No, now he’s making me something to hold my phone because I’ve not been impressed with the tripods I’ve found.
On top of that, when I grabbed some green beans for tonight’s dinner he decided that he was going to make a surprise for lunch and today he set up the ingredients for me to shoot.
I love this man!
Turned out pretty awesome if you ask me.