Banjo Man is cooking again.  I think he has been watching too many cooking shows on television.  The man just loves “Chopped”, “Top Chef” and that show about the diners and dives.

I think he is trying to help out around the house, now that I am back to work writing again and tend to snarl at kitchen appliances and gripe about leaving my desk to do anything remotely domestic.

Last night he fried steaks.  He is collecting appetizer recipes (“Salmon Bites”??  Really???)to take to a Superbowl party. Tonight my fearlessly confident husband has decided to make runzas, the original Nebraska fast food.  He bought the dough, the hamburger, the cabbage and the onions.  I showed him how to google a recipe and he is sure it is going to be easy.

Nothing with dough is ever easy.  But I guess he’ll have to learn that the hard way.

He has a friend coming over for Manhattans and man talk at 6:30 tonight, so it should be an interesting evening.  I’m going to hide in my room, watch “Biggest Loser”, finish reading the latest John Sandford novel and fret over tomorrow’s writing schedule.

For more info on making runzas and to see what the little buggers are supposed to look like, check out http://dancinginthekitchen.wordpress.com/2011/07/31/runzas/

In the meantime, I’ll be in bed with a bowl of yogurt and a box of Sweenors chocolates.