But this one was a little different. Why? Because this was my first non-family dinner offering. The other two times it was like, okay, so even if my cooking tastes like whodunnit and what fo', I'm in somewhat safe territory because it's just my folks. But with non-folks, the stakes are higher.
But once again, proof that God exists:
This is what I had originally made for Val: Italian breadcrumb encrusted chicken topped with a creamy garlic alfredo sauce, mushroom alredo pasta, and French cut green beans.
She looks like she's enjoying it. But then I get a call from Dave, and I end up inviting him over to join us. The problem was that I didn't have a healthy man-sized serving of pasta left. So I whipped up one of those little Lipton alfredo noodles packets to make sure he'd have enough.
Hence, Dave's plate had a different brand of side pasta.
And of course, I had to make sure he prayed over his food like a good boy.
All in all, I guess it was good. Or at least, they said it was. We topped the meal off with strawberry cheesecake (store-bought, but still good), and chai tea (made by yours truly!)
This cooking and entertaining thing . . . I think I can handle it.
2 comments:
Being that you've lived in your wonderful new apartment for a few months now, I'm curious as to what you've subsisted on? 3 cooked meals?
Something tells me a stash of twinkies and a fridge full of Dr. Pepper are the likely candidates for consumption. Maybe that's just my fridge.
I know, right? lol. Only 3 cooked meals and I'm on my fourth month of apartment living. That breaks down to less than one meal per month.
A lot of it has to do with the fact that my folks live extremely close by and mom (and now my aunt) invite me over for food and often send me on my way with food. (Of course, there's also been the occasional grilled ham and cheese for dinner made by yours truly.)
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