Last Friday Matt beat me home by an hour and a half. When I walked through the door, I was greeted with this:
Those are bison burgers blanketed in melted cheddar with a heap of red onions. And a side of homemade sweet potato chips. And a be-stubbled husband with a dish towel neckerchief.
So I’ve got to ask…
What on earth does one do to repay such a kindness?
A retaliation of slow-cooked pork shoulder? A barrage of oozy chocolate lava cakes?? A plethora of panko-crusted, spicy barbecue-dipped chicken tenders???
There’s a pint of Cutty’s pork fat in the fridge. Methinks that’s a pretty good place to start.