Sometimes, you just need to write about something as ordinary as a home-cooked meal.
Usually, my beloved and I go out to eat on weekends. But I got a stupid idea, and I decided that we should have dinner in. What inspired my craving for lamb chops, I do not know -- perhaps because tonight is the first night of Pesach (what you goyim call Passover). But the idea was approved. And we had produce that needed to be used, and so it was allocated for the task.
Now I can't share the exact lamb chop recipe with you for two reasons: my father doesn't like people giving out family recipes (even though it's my mother's family) and this recipe isn't written down anywhere that I know. But the basic premise is to flavor the lamb chop with mustard.
We researched a starch and a vegetable to accompany things. Potatoes were peeled and chopped, and boiled with a similarly-prepared rutabaga to make mashed potatoes with vitamins and flavor. And after the lamb chops were done cooking in the skillet, their fond and juices were used to flavor some garlic and wilt spinach. So we had our meat, our starch, and our vegetable. I call it something like middle-class Sephardic-American cuisine. My beloved just called it tasty.
Now I ask: Grandma, did I demonstrate competence with this basic family recipe?