Tonight was experimental night. What’s that you ask? It’s the night I decide to cook up something weird for diner. Weird for our standards anyways.
Tonight’s dinner I was told could rival Applebee’s but since it was an italian style meal it’d be more like Olive Garden. WITH the carb toting bread and pasta.
I sautee’d whole boneless chicken breasts in olive oil, garlic, onion, and seasoned pepper. Then when the meat was cooked I added one can of tomato sauce, tomato paste, petite diced tomatoes, and some seasoning. When the shells were just about cooked I threw some mozarella slices on the chicken. For veggies we had garden beans, brocolli, and sautee’d mushrooms and peppers. We also had bread with olive oil and balsamic vinegar.
I don’t know why I listed it all on here that way. But at least now I’ll have it written down so if I want to make it again I know what I did the first time. Next time I’m going to make stuffed shells, I think.
The best moment was when I gave the girls each a mushroom, sliced, not whole. Rapunzel added so much other food from her plate there was no way possible she could taste the mushroom, yet she still made a face. But SuperChic took the cake. She asked, “what is it?” I said, “I’ll tell you after you’ve eaten it.” So she put it in her mouth and started chewing, then asked, “o.k., what is it?” I said it was a mushroom. S, “Oh.” Me, “Do you like it?” S, “No, it’s disgusting.” I know most would probably find that offensive and could never have gotten away with that when you were younger, but I didn’t expect either of them to like it. They just had to try it.
***Title submitted by Cupcake, and used for lack of originality on my part.
