My Husband the Chef?

Wedneday nights are yoga nights for me, so it’s Dave’s night to cook. I pulled a package of precooked chicken sausages out of the freezer, then looked through the vegetable drawer to see what was left. I gave him a carrot, a parsnip, and a yellow bell pepper and told him to make dinner. I was imagining that he’d throw them on the grill and it would be OK but nothing fancy. I was astonished when he served me the grilled sausages along with these wonderful vegetables. He chopped them up, along with some onion and mushroom, and put them all in a little foil packet on the grill. Everything was heavenly.

And he acts like he can’t cook!