Saturday was "family day," as the kiddo likes to say. We enjoyed lunch and a movie, then stopped by the grocery store.
While at the store, the hubster decided to make a Thanksgiving style biryani for dinner. Luckily, we were in the right place to pick up the ingredients. Biryani is an Indian rice dish. We don't eat rice very often, but for this, I'll make an exception.
When we got home, the hubster went to work. He sauteed some onions and mixed them with dried cranberries and pecans.
Then he coated some chicken in a wonderful sauce and, while it was simmering, prepared the rice.
He layered everything in a large dutch oven and baked it.
And an incredibly long 30 minutes, he produced an incredibly rich and flavorful dish.
Why does everything taste better when someone else makes it?