It wasn't a good weekend. What started as an irritating cough on Monday morphed into what I like to call The Cold From Hades. On Wednesday I thought I was on the mend, but then Thursday came and brought with it sinus pain and a runny nose. By Friday I was bleary-eyed, coughing and sneezing, wishing I wasn't one of those people for whom cold medicine is a cruel joke. I spent the whole weekend laying in bed trying to remember what it felt like to be well. I haven't been this sick in I don't know how long.
Needless to say I didn't do much cooking over the last few days. Somehow I managed to make buffalo chicken pizza for Pizza Friday:
... but I couldn't taste anything by that point so I don't know if it was any good. SP seemed to enjoy it, so it must have been OK.
In honor of my impending wellness, SP cooked dinner tonight. In keeping with the "revisiting old favorites" theme, he made his gold standard:
... pork chops, mashed potatoes and corn with a Dijon cream sauce. Since Dijon is a strong flavor, I was actually able to taste the sauce, which I think was the best he's made yet.