Life Gets in the Way
I had a stressful day today with a lot of work. I am more cranky than I have been in a while. On top of that, Max was on a frickin' tear tonight, and would not sit still. He pulled out 10 cookbooks, dumped the dog's water bowl, pulled food out of the cabinet, etc. Dylan was tired and cranky, and in no mood for an adventurous dinner. And Michael has a hard time when I make experimental food. Seriously, he'd be happy if I made Chicken Parmesan, Chili and Pot Roast every night. He is not a fan of trying new things, which really sucks when your wife is a food writer. I mean, what am I supposed to write? Chili again! Woo hoo! (On a related note, I made Chili AGAIN yesterday, and dared to mix things up a bit by using edamame instead of black beans. You would have thought I added toxic sludge. The guy was appalled. He ate it though.)
So, dinner sucked. The chicken was underdone, the sauce was flat. The rice tasted like nothing. Dylan ate leftover chili. I ate what chicken I could and then ate pretzel rods dipped in sour cream. Nice. Next time I'm paying better attention to my surroundings and ordering the Thai.