My husband and son, however, prefer something other than mac-n-cheese or cereal (my personal favorite), so I figure once in a blue moon I can give up an hour of reading to do what most moms and wives do daily and with little effort…indulge them with real food.
So the other night I pretended to be Rachel Ray and chopped up and measured capers, parsley, garlic, lemon juice, wine
and chicken broth and put them in tiny condiment bowls,
ready to add to the chicken when the recipe beckoned.
When everything was almost finished, I texted my husband that dinner was ready.
He texted me back that he was on his way to a meeting, which I knew about but thought he’d come home first.
I yelled for my son to come to the table. He yelled back that he was going to dinner with his girlfriend.
So guess who came to dinner.
We had a great time.
No hard feelings. I’ll cook for my family again sometime.