Yesterday ended up being a very fun day of riding bikes around town. We rode over 9 miles! It was such a beautiful day with very little wind.
After our bike ride, we needed to make an appetizer to take to a dinner with friends. My husband had done all the research and selected the perfect recipe: Lobster and Brie Fillo Cups. I had purchased all the ingredients, splurging on decadent brie from an International Market in Springfield.
We both went to work. I was on one side of the kitchen, prepping the parsley, chives, lobster and brie.
Mr. M. was on the other side of the kitchen....attempting to prepare the fillo dough---something neither of us had ever worked with before.
If you ever want to test your marriage, have your husband use his sausage fingers to unroll fillo dough, and slather it in butter. Fillo dough is like working with thin, wet paper towels. He threw a big fit in the middle of the process: "I hate cooking!" he exclaimed as the fillo dough turned to shreds in his meaty grip. "How does this stuff even work? Its like so thin, how could it possibly turn into anything?"
Finally, he got into a rhythm, and the appetizers were a success, but not after many layers of the dough were wadded up and tossed in the trash (or eaten).
The flaky, buttery fillo cups were a big hit at our dinner---and my husband later felt guilty that he had thrown such a tantrum. I just had to laugh!
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