I've been inspired to document our cooking adventures in the kitchen more often. For date night yesterday (first in AGES), Tony and I watched the movie "Julie & Julia." I actually wasn't too impressed with the movie itself (really slow, too long, not enough food/cooking featured, Julie never met Julia), but I am motivated to blog more. (I feel like I've said this before.)

Tony is the real chef here... I always tell people that he's the real cook, and I am his sous chef. I mainly do all the chopping and prep work (i.e. the hard hours of dirty work that get no credit, hmph), and then he comes in, proceeds to "chao" it all up in the wok and gets all the glory. :P But although he is definitely more of a foodie (I'm the one who had never had Korean food until college), I do enjoy cooking my own things as long as someone's there to appreciate it (much less motivated when I'm eating by myself).

Tony's cooking style is more of the exotic throw-things-in-a-wok-and-adjust style, whereas mine is more comfort/"normal" foods and by-the-book. We often do not appreciate each other's cooking, which makes me sad. Case in point: Tony made this (supposedly) delicious Chinese pig's feet stew the other day. I ate a tiny piece. It was OK. Then I proceeded to ladle up the leftovers and give them to his family to take home with them. Then last week, we had a humongous 10 lb. bag of giant potatoes, so I made a homemade chicken pot pie from scratch. Tony ate half his plate and gave the rest to Tim to finish. Sigh.

Explosion fail in the ramekins. Next time I'll try less filling or less crust.