Last night, Marty was playing with all the kids in Emma's room to keep them out of my hair, when I came in. This was our conversation.
Me: "Honey, have you ever wanted to feel like a newlywed again?"
Marty: "Duh, yes!"
Me: "Well, tonight's the night. You get to feel like a newlywed all over again."
Marty: (Pauses for a moment, then looks at me skeptically) "What's going on, hon?"
Me: "I burned dinner."
Yep, last night's dinner was an utter failure. I am getting tired of our go-to dinner of chicken breasts, some side, and some veggie, so I thought I'd give it a little Asian twist. I cooked rice with coconut milk and water, to give it some great flavor, but I did not add enough water and the rice was crunchy. I made pot stickers but forgot to turn the heat down while they were steaming and all the water evaporated too soon and I burned them. The chicken turned out really, good, at least, I have to remember salt, pepper and ground coriander is a great combo.
Luckily, I have a very understanding, not very picky husband, so he ate it anyway. Maybe it is just that rice in now super expensive and we were not willing to waste any, I don't know. A few minutes into dinner, I asked him how everything was. He responded, "I'm sorry, honey, I can't hear you over the sound of crunching rice." Not my proudest moment.