A couple years ago, my husband and l were
playing some kind of silly couples trivia game, and he asked me for my favorite food in the world
My answer was chicken cutlets. No fancy sauce necessary.
Just a really thin, crispy cutlet fried in olive oil. It’s delicious to me.
He asked why l didn’t make them more often if l loved them so much, and l said it was because breading and frying is the one part of cooking l hate.
It’s messy. It takes forever. l just don’t like it.
So, he asked me to teach him. He practiced until his cutlets were perfect.
It took time. Some were too thick. Others, too salty. His oil was too cold. Too hot. There were lots of flops.
Eventually, he figured out his own perfect system, and now there is no cutlet on earth more delicious than his.
Once in a while when l’m overwhelmed or the kids have
needed me a little extra that day, or ľ’m just having a tough time, he gets out the flour, eggs and bread crumbs, and he painstakingly trims, slices and pounds the chicken. He makes me the most delicious cutlets with a sprinkle of fresh Parmesan cheese.
Sometimes love is a diamond ring, a wedding, a passionate kiss. Sometimes love is a shared struggle, an unlikely victory, an unconditional partnership
And sometimes love is a chicken cutlet.
( All credit goes to the original creator 🙂 )