Last week I slacked on my kitchen duties. I neglected the grocery store, but thanks to my efforts to make sure our pantry is stocked, that didn't pose much of a problem. More so, though, when I wanted to relax after work one night in the hammock, I asked Ryan to pour me a glass of wine and bring me the potato cookbook. He obliged, and while I was thumbing through recipe after recipe for potatoes, he offered to make dinner. And I took him up on the offer. No more than one pound of potatoes and fifteen minutes later, dinner was served. He's big on eating small dinners, but...
