Last evening we went to happy hour at the pool again. We met some neighbors who were new to us, which is always great. I don't know exactly where they live around here but their names are Gail and Tony. They brought the most delicious stromboli, one sausage and one pepperoni flavored. Tony does the cooking. He is a retired cook for the Air Force Reserves and had a catering service for a while before retiring. He must be Italian to cook like that. So we riddled him with questions about how to make it, since I had, much less, never even tasted a stromboli before.
I was raving about the stromboli to Julie who hadn't had a chance to try it, because it ran out so fast. Tony went all the way home, heated up someextra he had and brought it back just for her to try. Nice guy, too.
I just think women who have husbands who love to cook are sooo lucky (alright, I admit I'm lucky to be married to Mr. Clean, too). Men are the best, most adventurous cooks. Even my son-in-law can take the ordinary and turn it into the extraordinary (don't get a big head here). When fishing in Alaska, we both took the salmon we had caught and cooked it over the camp fire. Need you guess whose tasted fabulous? He had even brought his special concoction of spices from home he had mixed just for the salmon.
Anyway, I'll just have to go to happy hour again next month just to see what Tony brings. Yum!
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