Our first Sunday dinner home alone with Joe as chef was a winner for the chicken but not so much for Joe. He is not a cook and rarely makes anything other than frozen pizza and frozen dinners.
Saturday night Laura came over and cooked cheesy pasta with meatballs and sauce, made a salad, and heated up an apple pie donated to our feast by my friend Rose Mary. Although my appetite is minimal, it all tasted good and I ate small amounts of everything.
Sunday afternoon before she and Jack left for home, Lisa put a whole seasoned chicken into the roasting pan, ready for Joe to pop it into the oven. I had him check it several times with the instant read thermometer as he thought it should be done sooner that it was. When it was "finally" done, I told him to put the lid on the pan and set the timer for ten minutes and not put it back into the oven. He thought I was nuts. Then we put a can of sweet potatoes on in a pan on the top of the stove which he wanted to just walk away from and was a little frustrated when I made him stay in the kitchen area. "Why?" is his new favorite question.
I told him to take the chicken out and just cut out the breast as a whole piece because that's our favorite part. He couldn't do it and when I got up to check, I realized he had put the chicken upside down on the platter and was trying to get at the breast through the back. We finally got the chicken cut and the sweet potatoes on the side and sat down to dinner. It was really good. So the chicken may have gotten the best of Joe but it was a good dinner.
He even managed to pick the rest of the chicken and put it in a container for leftovers tomorrow!
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