I've sort of settled into my new home. Yesterday, I drove Mr. F's car to Meat One (rather overrated) and got chicken fillets to cook for dinner (he was staying late at work, so I thought I'd surprise him). I made Crispy Chicken with Lemon Sauce, except, I didn't let the sauce boil and thicken and it was kinda runny and the chicken could've been more tender.
Anyway, I served it with fried rice and chinese noodles (given to me by mommy dearest). Mr. F took a few bites, didn't say anything. Then he got up, took the dish to the kitchen and "modified" it with Stir-fry sauce and chilli sauce and cooked it for a few more minutes. Then he brought it back to the table and bade me try some. It was delicious... :P
So my husband's a gourmet chef and I'm a sandwich and microwave person... this will be interesting.