Dinner. MacGyver Style.

MacGyver won't let me share his recipe. It's confidential and top secret.

But that's ok.

He told me that he wanted to cook for me as a thank you for all the work I do around here. I wasn't about to turn him down.

He picked the night.

He selected the menu.

He bought the groceries.

He plated the meal.

He washed the dishes.

He even allowed me to photograph the occasion for this blog.



He also tried to impress me with his sense of humor.



The end result? A delicious bowl of penne a la vodka with shrimp.



If this is wrong, I don't ever, ever want to be right.