Rubber Chicken - The Gourmet Mama


You know that you did a really great job on dinner when, after the first bite, you advise your husband to "just swallow and avoid chewing."

 I made chicken in the crock pot that day - plopped it in there after returning from an eye doctor appointment with dilated eyes.  I didn't want to stress over dinner when my eyes felt weird.  What would be better than a super-easy crock pot meal?

I figured turning it all the way to the right would be "high."  So I set it and forgot it.

Three hours later, when my vision returned to normal, I discovered that I had set it on "warm."  Rats.

Hoping 3 hours would suffice for adequate cooking time, I clicked it over to high.

In an attempt at additional culinary greatness, I added rice and some cream soup about an hour before we served it.

We had rubbery chicken and crunchy rice for dinner that night. Ummmm!

Yep, this dish is much better if swallowed instead of chewed.  That way you don't have to taste it.

Surprisingly, my girls loved it - even had seconds.

This is why I don't volunteer to bring people food. Not that I don't love them - it's because I do love them that I don't bring them food.  And because my picky eaters aren't really that picky (as long as I prepare one of their 10 favorite foods in some edible form), so food my family loves might not rank up there with foods any other family loves.  I'm pretty sure people wouldn't want our food.  I try to impress the joy of sharing on our children, but my cooking is not meant to be shared.  It is designed to deliver some form of nutrition to my family (if possible) and then forgotten in the sands of time.

To my husband's credit, he said I'm still an A+ cook - and I quote, "If one meal out of 200 is bad, you've still got some pretty good statistics."

Love that man!

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