I am not a huge fan of cooking to be honest. (gasp) My husband fears for my life when I am wielding a knife in the kitchen. I have zero finesse when cutting vegetables and measuring ingredients. I drop things, I spill, I get burnt. There is often a lot of swearing involved. In fact, I decide what meals I will make again based on how high on the swear-o-meter it rates. To be completely honest with you, this meal rates moderately high on the swear-o-meter. Don’t let that scare you though. My swear-o-meter is more sensitive than most. But just because I am not a graceful cook, doesn’t mean…