…And I made it.
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.
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 …
Sounds like you’ve had some great food in the past few days!! Happy Mother’s Day!!
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.