My mother came over to eat tonight and I cooked. I cooked for a couple different reasons: 1) we are both on diets (I know! sacrilege that restaurant hound has to go on a diet, but alas one can't live on bread pudding and champagne and expect to keep your girlish figure), and 2) I had just finished working out and didn't feel like getting all dolled up to go out. I was also having a pretty bad day which was the reason Mom came up in the first place.
There are few things restaurant hound hates more than the grocery store. It seems oxymoronic that I should hate the grocery store, with all its raw potential for yummy foods. The truth is I am probably the most impatient person on earth. I hate the lines. I hate that there is rarely a bagger available and I end up doing my own bagging. Yes, I am that high maintenance.
Anyway, because I hate the grocery store I did not have lots of food choices when I looked to make us dinner. We could have had Chef Boyardee ravioli (don't mock - I love that stuff - reminds me of being a kid!), or Chunky Chicken Noodle soup.
I looked in the freezer and I had chicken. So we had plain chicken and green beans. Yes, I'm a genius in the kitchen. I baked the chicken and sauteed the green beans (well, I used a sautee pan to heat them up - does that count as sauteeing???). I plate this masterful meal and my mom bites into the chicken and raves about how wonderful it is. "I can't make chicken this good."
You have to love mothers. I know I love mine.
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