My husband doesn’t cook very often anymore. So when I came home last week to find him cooking up something that looked highly questionable, I’ll admit I had my doubts. Which, in retrospect, was totally the wrong attitude – especially if I’d like him to do more cooking. *insert major forehead slap here* When all was said and done, instead of eating crow, I ate two helpings of his potato salad. It all started with bacon. And, really, all good things start with bacon. I’m just not sure why it had to be on the grill, but I’m going with the flow here. Again, husband cooking = excellent idea. He…