I called a friend tonight and said,
"Guess what I'm making for dinner?"
She started listing off things and I chose an option from her list.
I HATE picking out what to make for dinner. My husband will eat anything, so it's not like my worries are rational, but I still seem to drive myself crazy trying to pick a menu. I have read the book "Confessions of an Organized Homemaker," and absolutely loved it.
Can I apply these tactics?
Minimally.
So tonight I chose chicken. But what to do with the chicken?
I decided on an Italian-style meal and started up a pot of pasta. I sliced the chicken into strips and stared at it.
I added Olive Oil. That sounded Italian.
I added Pesto seasoning. Definitely Italian.
I added bread crumbs. This is where I started to lose confidence.
I added sour cream. I had lost it.
At this point I looked down at my chicken mess and said,
I have no idea what I am doing.
I ended up adding diced tomatoes and to make a long story short -
We ate it. My husband said thanks. This is a prime example of why I follow the creativity of other people who actually know what they are doing.
Tomorrow: Cake Pops. Get Excited.
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