As much as I love to cook, dinnertime in the nerdy nest can be a mixed bag. I don't know about you, but many nights when I get home from work-- I really just want to take a hot shower, watch some cheesy television or read a good
blog book, and tell the Man to fend for himself.
When I was a single girl, I'd cook a pot of whole-wheat penne and have a jar of sugar free tomato sauce in the fridge. Those two things (plus some occasional Dove chocolates/place&bake cookies/pint of Rocky Road) would be my dinner for about a week. I didn't really "do" grocery shopping, I didn't really "cook" other than holidays, and dinner was just another meal.
Then the Man came along, and I felt compelled to follow along with my natural inclinations of nesting. I'd been feeling the pangs of domesticity, but it hit full on when I had someone else to cook for.
Recently my desires of the domestic have become even more pronounced. I'm determined to have a solid repertoire of "go-to" meals that are: easy, quick, and have only a handful of ingredients
(also if they only used a dish or two, that would be awesome.. the less mess, the better.)
For the chicken, I put 2 breasts (sliced into strips to speed up cook time) into my glass loaf pan with some Italian dressing, 1/4 can crm chicken soup, and my "special seasonings."
While the chicken was baking I finished the rest of the prep work:
It wasn't fantastic, but it was warm and hearty. I'd say it's worth a repeat performance
(and maybe a little refining.)
P.S. If you caught the pop culture reference in the title, I think we can be friends. If not, for shame.