I Heart Super Suppers

For as long as I can remember, my Grandma has been worrying (and probably saying Novenas) over my lack of culinary skills. She especially worried when I got married. Thankfully, I was smart/lucky enough to marry a man who loves to cook. And this week, I got even luckier. I discovered "Super Suppers". Basically, it's this little piece of suburban heaven where all the ingredients are pre sliced, diced, measured and packaged. You choose which meal you want and the nice chef gives you a baggie full of the material, a card with the mixing and heating ,directions and BAM, you're out the door. I promise you, this is the only way Jay and I could have enjoyed cranberry-barbeque pork chops accomponied by apricot-glazed baby carrots in our own home. And not out of the box. They don't use any nasty preservatives, trans-fats, etc. so it really does taste like you slaved over it all day. Brilliant. Anyway, I heart Super Suppers.