
Yep, you guessed it. I am STILL playing catch-up from all the cooking we did with my parents last weekend. I tell ya - they are slave drivers.
The good thing about cooking with my parents is that Kevin ate everything we made. That almost never happens. Here's how it usually goes down: I make it and I eat it. He will maybe smell it before refusing to consume it, but it usually doesn't progress that far before the rejection.
Kevin really liked this meal. He said it would be even better if you left out the vegetables and served the meat on a sandwich.






Do you want to know the best thing about this picture? It shows the pretty half. The other side didn't fare so well, but what the heck....I ate it just the same.