Well if that doesn’t get your attention, NOTHING will. Most of my friends are afraid to cook dinner for me. I’m a bit of a food snob. Okay, more than a bit. Well….. one time, about 18 years ago, my friend Holly, bless hear heart, decided to bring me dinner, because I’d just had a baby and it was her friend-ly duty, to bring me dinner. Since I had taught this woman quite a bit about how to boil water simple cooking, i was a bit leery, and leery I should have been. She showed up with a 9×13 and dropped it off. (Did I bless her heart already?) After she left, we set the table, and I dished up the chicken dish for everyone. I put a bite of the chicken in my mouth and then ran for the sink. I couldn’t get it out of my mouth fast enough and then couldn’t get enough water in to rinse off that awful film that had lined my entire mouth. I’m cringing just thinking about it. Okay…well, I made the call. High School Drama Class finally paid off. I had to know. What was that godawful concoction that nearly killed my entire family in one sitting? Mayonnaise chicken. She was so happy we liked it. She just took some frozen chicken breasts, dumped a jar of mayonnaise over the top and baked it until it was all brown and bubbly, and then – the clincher – brought it to my family for us to E.A.T.
Sooo….. I brought a pot of White Bean Chicken Chili over to a friend tonight who hasn’t been feeling well. I was not in the mood to cook today. Just had a bad, awful day and didn’t want to cook. I know, hard to believe, but true. So I called someone from church and copied their quick and dirty white bean chicken chili recipe that is wonderful and brought that over. Then…. I get the call. The one where she wants to know “what was in it”. That same call I made to Holly… all those years ago, about “Oh my, what was in that chicken, I just can’t place the flavor…” So, did she really like it and want to know “what was that sauce?” or was it the mayonnaise chicken syndrome. I guess I’ll wait a good while and tell her the mayonnaise chicken story and find out. But for now, it’s a mystery unsolved!!!
I didn’t take any chicken chili pictures…so I’ll post the last one I have of my son in uniform before he got out of the Marines. I love this pic. because he used to get that same little look in his eye when i would pick him up from elementary school, the minute he made eye contact with me. So when he saw us in the bleachers at boot camp,or got off from a bus from a 4 day flight and a 7 month deployment… we’d get that same little look. He has hair now.. he’s growing it out, but since I only have about two pictures of that “look” here it is. After his last deployment they unloaded about 15 busses of Marines and we hadn’t seen him in MONTHS and this is him when he first found us in the crowd.
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