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Tonight's dinner
I poached chicken breasts in wine and served with an herb sauce over the top, a puree of parsley, basil, capers, garlic, and non-fat yogurt. Yellow tomatoes from the garden were the accompaniment.
I thought it delicious.
Rob deemed it a mere three out of ten on taste and one out of ten on presentation. "It looks like vomit chicken," he said bluntly.
Yes, a woman must have nerves of steel to cook for this family.
Edited to add: I will say in Rob's defense that this was an unusually severe comment on his part. Usually he's more . . . diplomatic.
I thought it delicious.
Rob deemed it a mere three out of ten on taste and one out of ten on presentation. "It looks like vomit chicken," he said bluntly.
Yes, a woman must have nerves of steel to cook for this family.
Edited to add: I will say in Rob's defense that this was an unusually severe comment on his part. Usually he's more . . . diplomatic.
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a weektwo weeks. And he cannot do hot dogs, hamburgers or anything that comes frozen with breading on it already. And nothing out of a can.See, this is why we've always taken turns cooking. You just don't talk that way to someone about the food when it's your turn the next night. Even if you truly feel that way.