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His and Hers.....

The hubby and I cook quite frequently... actually every night, barring a few "let's-grab-something-out-because-we-don't-have-time-to-cook" meals---- we're talking a 3 times a month, max, that we eat out.

LUCKILY, we share similar tastes in food. And, even LUCKIER, I have a husband who's willing to be my guinea pig when I'm trying something new that I've never attempted to cook before.

Most times we completely agree on particular food stuffs---though we do have a few differences...we just work around these. He isn't fond of mushrooms, I abhor olives--love olive oil, just hate olives--he doesn't like sweet potatoes, I have never cultivated a taste for shrimp---I'm convinced I have a TEXTURE issue (hence the olives and the rubbery shrimp). Little by little, we develop each other's taste and develop some new 'recipes' along the way....

Case in point:

Two nights ago, we thought we'd make pizza---nothing extreme, we buy prepared crust--- but, the toppings were all our own. And, then the problem. What to put on the pizza!

Interesting fact, that we discovered--- when we order pizza out, the hubby leans toward the numerous toppings, supreme's and the such...while I'm pretty timid, sticking with a cheezy pepperoni. When we cook pizza at home, the complete opposite is the case---hubby wants plain pepperoni, and I want something 'different'.

So, we did what any fair-minded couple would do----- we made 2 pizzas and both got what we wanted.....

Hubby's Pie
We both had the same type of crust and the same cheeses---as I failed to buy mozzarella, we were forced to endure the cheeses I already had, so I piled everything on--- provolone, muenster, sharp cheddar, Parmesan, and just because... some feta---after that, neither pizza pie resembles the other.

Hubby opted for the stripped down, marinara, pepperoni and black olives---- okay in its own right, though I'd have given the olives a miss--- but, this wasn't my pizza :-)
My Pie

And, my pizza, which is normally just a plain-jane pepperoni if we're eating out, was a bit more adventurous--- at least for me... I went with alfredo sauce (I'm a sucker for the cream). Added, sauteed chicken, mushrooms, garlic and spinach, then topped that with fresh bell peppers. Would have been hard-pressed to get this mushroom-laden beauty in the husband, but, his loss....

Both pizzas were a hit and definitely satisfied our pizza cravings.....





Tonight's adventure---- thought I'd do some more experimenting, while the hubby's at work, I spent about an hour or so, putting together a bit of pasta and a bit of salad.....


Tomatoes, Cucumbers marinated in a zesty vinaigrette 


Bits sauteing for the pasta



Finished Pasta



I'm very much a pantry chef. Whatever I've got in the pantry...er, fridge, is in danger of being thrown together into something else. Tonight's pasta consisted of onions, garlic, mushrooms (SHHHhhhhh!), sun-dried tomatoes, wilted spinach, Feta, sauteed strips of pork all tossed with Alfredo sauce over penne pasta.

Hubby got home about 45 mins ago---served him a plate, which was summarily devoured in 5 minutes. We'll call that experiment a success! 

*Ahem* Just, don't tell him that he ate handful of mushrooms------ shhhhhh!





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