…And I made it.

| May 15, 2006 | 3 Comments

Last night, I let my husband cook for me. It’s rare that I relinquish control of my kitchen but I am glad I did. He made a delightful stuffed chicken Parmesan with rotini and garlic breadsticks (courtesy of Pillsbury).

The chicken was moist, but the breading crisp. Inside was a layer of mozzarella and Parmesan and the cheeses and sauce topped the breasts as well.

But believe me. It wasn’t easy to let go.

I shuddered when he pulled out the jar of cheap store-bought marinara and battled demons as I searched frantically for other sauce (there was none, unless I made it). I found the crushed tomatoes and nearly popped the can open to just make a quick sauce. Somehow though, I found the strength to resist.

And when I saw him twisting the breadsticks before slathering the garlic spread on, I quickly advised him to spread first, twist second. But I didn’t jump in and I didn’t take over.

And finally, when I asked one too many questions, he banished me. Yes, he banished ME from MY kitchen! But I obliged and left.

Hey, it’s one night, and the results were worth it. It’s still my cucina bella.

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Sarah W. Caron is a freelance writer, editor and recipe developer. Her work has appeared in countless online and print publications including iVillage, BELLA NYC Magazine, Yum for Kids magazine and more. She lives in Connecticut with her two kids, two beagles and husband.

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  1. Ivonne says:

    From one Kitcheen Queen to another … it’s ok to give up control once and awhile.

    But only once and awhile!

    Hope you enjoyed your dinner …

  2. Virtual Frolic says:

    Sounds like you’ve had some great food in the past few days!! Happy Mother’s Day!!

  3. Sarah says:

    Ivonne, you’re right. It’s okay once in a blue moon…but no more often than that.

    Yoko, thanks! And somehow I still managed to lose a pound this week. Kinda makes ya wonder what would have happened if I DIDN’T eat all that.

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