On Our Way To Crazy

I’m not much of a cook. I don’t mind making dinner, and I can handle simple recipes with little to no problem. If I’ve got enough time (which I rarely do), I’ll venture out and try something more involved and challenging. But, as a general rule, I don’t spend much time in the kitchen. We looked at a house this weekend, and I got excited because it has a smaller kitchen than the one we currently have. (Less to clean!) That probably puts me in the minority.

Let’s just say it’s a rare occasion that anyone is BLOWN AWAY by something I create in the kitchen.

This weekend I made something called Pesto Pollo Penne. It’s seriously the easiest recipe in the world: shredded chicken, penne pasta, pesto, cream, parmesan cheese. Combine and eat. Quck and easy. No big deal.

Y’all, it was AWESOME. Amazingly good. It was great hot the night I made it, and it was even better cold the next day for lunch. I got five meals out of it, and today I was sad that I couldn’t eat it for lunch. Again. for the fourth day in a row.

Can man live on pasta alone? I think maybe so.