When the weather starts to feel like fall in
Savannah, it isn’t long before my husband Kurt
starts requesting pot roast for dinner. When we
were dating, I needed a tire changed on my car.
When Kurt came to the rescue, I said, “What do I
owe you?” With that sweet Southern boy charm, he
smiled and said, “Three pot roast dinners will do it.”
That was a challenge I could meet. He has always
loved pot roast. On Friday, we celebrated six years
together, and I’m still cooking him his favorite dish.