Saturday evening my son called to see if I would be home on Mother’s Day, (since we live hours apart, it is best to check first). To my delight he and his girlfriend would be coming to cook me dinner. My thoughts turned to hamburgers on the grill with a side of salad. Wonderful and fairly easy to prepare. This is my son cooking, after all.
Wow! Was I surprised when they started off with a glass of pinot noir which was a great compliment to the cheese/ tomato on a pastry shell. Oh, like eating an air pizza.
For dinner they whipped up one of the most delicious meals I have ever eaten:
Asparagus wrapped in prosciutto, cover in cheese and surrounded by a phyllo dough, orzo cooked in chicken stock and brandy, top with parsley, and filet mignon lightly rubbed in garlic, cooked so tender it was like butter, topped with a gorgonzola and corn pepper. For dessert, homemade chocolate cheese cake topped with chocolate ganache and chocolate oreo truffles with a hot cuppa of my favorite Earl Grey.
At what point did this three month premature, pound and half, baby boy turn into this amazing, thoughtful, kind and gentle, ex-Marine who can