Our journey has only begun.
Some may disagree. Others will nod in agreement.
How do you measure a marriage journey? By years? By experiences? By milestones? Mr. B and I were married seven years ago today. Can we get a high-five? We were young, practically babies, freshly graduated from college and looking to conquer the world together.
Yet, in the seven years we have been married, I feel like we are just scratching the marriage surface. Yes, we have traveled to some amazing places – NYC, Puerto Rico, Napa, San Francisco, Costa Rica, France, and London. We learned to scuba dive, fly fish, and surf together. And we’ve both sacrificed to help each other succeed in our careers.
Even though seven years should feel like a long time, it really doesn’t. And I owe that to Mr. B. Mr. B is my rock. He’s the one person in this world that knows the little stuff: like how I find honeydew pointless, or how I take my coffee: cream, two sugars. Mr. B is also the man that pushed me into learning how to snow ski as an ADULT! He introduced me to bourbon, gardening, riding a scooter, and most importantly, cooking! GASP. I know, Mr. B was the original Gordon Ramsay in the ‘ol Grier household.
To celebrate our seven years of marriage, I thought I would make something that we had while on our honeymoon in Costa Rica. This is where we were first introduced to plantains. I remember falling in love immediately and thinking their cousin, the banana, was so 2006. This recipe isn’t for the caramelized version we had, but let me tell you, these plantains are stuffed with a beef/chorizo mixture topped with a homemade queso that will blow your mind.
So, raise your forks, here’s to another seven years full of love and adventure.