….that can only mean one thing….he’s feeling much better

I can always tell when my husband doesn’t feel well….he stops cooking. Kevin loves to cook. Next to painting, cooking is his happy place. I’m one lucky woman. The only downside for me is that his cooking is so good that I want to eat too much of it and I start to pack on the pounds.

In the last week he’s made red pepper relish, basil pesto, sun dried tomato pesto, plum jam, chicken curry and an amazing pork roast. He rarely makes cakes but today he made an Irish Apple cake. We had to freeze half of it and I packed some up for my neighbour.