Meal Swap! Can I Get An Amen?

Keri and I have introduced meal swap into our lives. We have decided that each week she cooks two of something, and I do the same. Then in a glorious moment on the school yard right before the urchins are released from the confines we hand one another these mysterious treasures. I would not agree to a meal swap with just anyone. I need a proven cook. Someone who knows what the hell they are doing in the kitchen. Keri threw an absolutely kick-ass meal on the table when I was at her house a few months ago. And she did it while we were all completely ripped on various beverages. She was slow dancing with the Captain and I was making out with a mellow Grenache. One moment we were sitting around the table swearing and swigging, and in a whoosh she was up sauteing lemony chicken and a spinach loaf worthy of Popeye. I was in love. I can't cook drunk, I have tried and it always fails miserably. Her meal was fabulous and we were able to maintain our buzz well past dessert. This is a woman I can trust in a culinary realm. So tonight I sat here and wrote this while her calzone baked away in my oven. Cured Italian meats and cheese waft around my kitchen and I did not do a damn thing. There is nothing quite as tasty as some free time to screw around on the laptop.