The peeps behind me as I am running on the treadmill will truly appreciate "without beans".

CCW pitched some major woo tonight!  My man brought me a burrito from Chipotle.  (This time..finally..without beans.  Tomorrow, the peeps behind me as I am running on the treadmill will truly appreciate "without beans".)  Bringing home this huge morsel is his way of cooking for me.  While I do love to cook, I have been asked several times if Ching has ever cooked dinner for me.  When I say "cooked dinner", I go with what I serve..protein, carb, veggie..maybe a salad.  Over the 13 years that Ching and I have been together..he did this once.  We had been dating 7 months--this was in 2000.

At his apartment, I was told to be prepared for chicken, "a potato dish", veggie and salad.  (Honestly, prior to dating me, I don't think Ching knew what a real salad could mean.  But granted prior to me..not real women.  I mean, they were women but not that creative in the kitchen. I will keep mum on other areas..)

So I sat down to the dinner that he has cooked for me. He has set the table.  (Keep in mind that those plates and utensils were disposed of when we moved in together in 2003.)

Okay..the chicken was glowing pink.  It had been marinated in a bottled raspberry vingarette.  I think he thought that with the color, the flavor had soaked through..no so much..and it certainly didn't help avoid the dryness.  There is a fine line between under cooked and dryness of a chicken breast.  This crossed the line of dryness about 8 minutes into cooking.  I believe the chicken was cooked 13 minutes.
Holy Crap..the potatoes looked grey..why was that?  They were covered with cheese which would be okay if Ching knew how to time a dinner.  The 'taters come out 15 minutes earlier so the cheese was congealed.  And what kind of cheese congeals like that..it looks like he used government subsidized cheese. Pulling just one slice of potato off the top was like pulling half of the nachos of the plate.
For a veggie, he cooked a can of corn.  Vegetables should not be in cans.  Last time I checked, we weren't hobos putting a can on a fire.  And corn?  It's a starch, not a vegetable.
While my gaze goes toward my right, I see a bowl of iceberg lettuce.  I ask Ching if I could finish the salad.  He tells me the iceberg lettuce is the salad.  And the dressing is the raspberry vingarette..holy crap, like my insides aren't pink enough.

Not a great dinner..but I loved this man.  I choked it down..because I am a good, awesome woman...in love with my man Ching.  (He never cooked for me again.  And I didn't ask.)

Flashfoward..to 2012..when Ching cooks for me..it's from a takeout menu...and it's delicious.