I think that is one of the most exciting, comforting, loving, overwhelming words in the English language. When what is being smothered is food with cheese, there is no greater form of love—cheese dripping over and loving every crevice of edible morsel.
Around 4:00 p.m. Friday, I received a phone call from my husband, “What are you doing with these scallops I see defrosting?”
“I don’t know. I was going to figure that out when I got home.”
“Don’t you want to do something out of ‘THE’ cook book?”
“I don’t know? Why?”
“There’s a recipe here. I am going to go ahead and make it.”
“Okay, go for it.”
What I arrived home to was 100% pure love broiling in the oven. Andrew is very good at following directions, and there were many; sauté, sauté, chop, sauté, flour, sauté, reduce, cover in cheese, broil; results: perfection! Soft, sweet mollusks oozing with melted cheese. Heaven—pure heaven—procured for consumption by my loving husband. Amen.