Supper gone wrong.

At lunchtime today, my husband made a request for Chicken Parmesan with Pasta for supper.
No problem. So I pulled the chicken breasts and our homemade pasta sauce out of the freezer.


3:45: I coat the chicken breasts with breadcrumbs and bake them at 350 F for 45 mins.

4:30: I cover the chicken breasts in our homemade pasta sauce , mozzarella cheese and parmesan cheese and pop them back in the oven for an additional 30 mins.


4:50 I start boiling the water for the pasta and microwaving the rest of the homemade sauce for the pasta.



4:55 I check the sauce by tasting it. The sauce is hot. very hot. Not temperature hot, spicy hot.



!@!(@&!



Have I mentioned here before that we also make our own Salsa???

I look at the oven...where the chicken has been baking in the sauce...SALSA....for the last 30 mins and is now ready. I look at my kids.



!^(&@^!!!
What to do?

4:59 I phone Jeff at work (He's done at 5pm).

"You need to go get pasta sauce. I just made chicken parmesan with salsa. You also need to learn how to label containers, but we will discuss that later. I am not putting salsa on our pasta".



5:01 I take the chicken out of the oven. Looks great. You'd never know it's covered in salsa. I feel grateful that we are not having company for dinner.

5:10 After some internal debate, I scrape the "sauce" off
of the chicken, and smother the pasta in parmesan cheese and serve it to the kids.


They eat it, none the wiser...wondering why I am taking their picture.

5:15. Jeff arrives. "What I heard during that phone call was that you were stressed and needed wine".

I am again reminded why I married this man.

5:20. We eat our salsa chicken, which is so damned hot I needed water more than wine. We make great salsa. Really hot, burn your lips salsa. Jeff thinks dinner is great. We discuss the merits of a label maker. Or a marker.

10:40: I share this with you, as I finish off the wine.

;)