Jason has returned from vacation, and he made me dinner the other night -- the same sweet chili lime tofu he made for his family.
It was loverly.
Trust me when I say that the chili lime glaze was magical.
A couple hours after the meal, Jason saw me eyeing the dirty cast iron skillet.
"I'm sorry," he said. "I meant to clean that right away ..."
"That's not it," I said. "I was just thinking about lifting the pan to my face and licking off the rest of the glaze."