This year, we (I use that pronoun so generously--we all know that the garden is Mike's baby) planted poblanos for the first time. With one dish in mind.
Mike loves it so much that he chose it as his birthday meal. And, really? What's not to love? It's so good. So melty. So cheesy. Soooo tasty. As soon as there were enough poblanos to roast, it went on the menu.
Once again, my old friend, you didn't disappoint.
I hope that your last date night was a good one! I've been slacking on the drinks for the last 2 weeks. Time to break out a cookbook for some inspiration.
But, as always, even if we are eating ramen and drinking water, just loving my husband and talking to him with no internet, no magazines, and a dedicated early kiddie bedtime makes Saturday night my favorite night of the week.