This season of our marriage is all about food.
We cook it (and I say "we" very loosely), we eat it, and now we watch it.
Before Corey I'd never watched a single minute of the Food Network in. my. life.
I never cared how it got made, just so long as it did and went into my belly.
BFF: "Ohmigosh! It's Bobby Flay!!!"
Now I'll see the guy walking ten feet away and I practically have to pick myself up off the floor.
Because FN is all we watch.
Corey is especially enthralled with the cooking competitions. It's fast paced and frenzied, something I think he can identify with clearly; Iron Chef just happens to be on every single night as he makes our dinner* and often will talk to me as if we are part of the competition, he being the contestand and I am the judge.
"What I've done here is marinated the chicken in a creamy sauce then served over a bed of crisp greens..."
Tuesday night he cooked for me a full three course meal, each presented with a Japanese accent (imitating Iron Chef Morimoto, of course).
The first course: a blend of cheeses with a dash of cayenne pepper grilled between two flour tortillas with a garnish of hot sauce on the side. (Quesadillas)
The second course: a grilled bread topped with a tomato sauce, a blend of cheeses and pepperoni chunks, cut into four pieces. (A frozen Celeste pizza)
And finally, the third course, which really was a masterpiece:
An ice cream Snickers bar with whipped cream and sprinkles on top of a homemade raspberry sauce with crushed walnuts.
It was pretty darn tasty.
Although a little out-of-the-box, which is what those shows are meant to be anyway.
Watch for Corey's own show in the future. He's just the kind of food nut they love!
*Corey makes our meals because 1) he enjoys it and 2) I have only enough time to pop a hot pocket into the microwave.