I consider myself a pretty good cook. I can whip up a meal when there appears to be 'nothing to eat' and we all enjoy it. I can follow a recipe and even tweek things to my liking and 'make it my own.' There are some things that I have never attempted to make because, well, for lack of a better excuse, it requires too many dishes. Like... fried chicken. It takes 4 plates/dishes for prepping and it's just too messy to cook.
A couple of nights ago, Q expressed that he liked having me home more and it made me feel warm and appreciated so I thought I'd make a meal that was not on the usual menu rotation. Yup... fried chicken. The prep work was easy, and yes it was messy but I was feeling pretty good about what was to come. The end result - 'blackened fried chicken.' The oil was way too hot - Eke!... however, it did have flavor potential. Q ate it and said 'it's not bad' but he didn't have seconds and this morning he said I didn't have to pack lunch for him, he normally takes leftovers. Vicki tasted it and opted for sloppy jo leftovers from Sunday - she thanked me for the effort. Little Q ate it with lots of ketchup - thank god for ketchup.
Tonight, I'm sticking to a rotation meal - take out. All the dishes are in the dishwasher.