Not to toot my own or horn or anything but my Valentine’s meal to my husband was probably one of the best meals I have ever made. Normally when I cook a big meal, I tend to not eat as much. I guess it’s some kind of psychological thing since I usually slave all day cooking it, who knows. But I went to town on that shit. Seconds and thirds type shit! Again, not tooting my own horn, but beep-motha-effin-beep!! It really was like going to a steakhouse. Well, minus the $300 bill. Not sure why I haven’t attempted this…
