Yesterday I called Jeff and told him to throw some frozen chicken in the crock pot and pour some cream ‘o something on the top- we were having chicken and rice for dinner and I thought a head start would be nice. Now, my man is very smart, but intelligence and spending time in the kitchen with momma and grandmomma aren’t the same thing. This is his first time being exposed to some basic Crockpot cooking, and I’m more than happy to help him through it- he’ll be a pro in no time- nothing like just turning the thing ‘on’ and being done with dinner.
He did say to me “What if there isn’t any Cream of Mushroom Soup in the cabinet?”
(Snigger) Well, honey, in the south, there just always is.
His instructions were to turn the crock pot to low, thunk in the chicken and pour on soup, and no, don’t stir it.
I forgot one minor detail. Do you see it?
How about now?
I neglected to tell him to take the paper off of the back of the boneless, skinless chicken breasts. Oops.
It was still delicious, and we had a good laugh. A very good laugh. A very, very good laugh. There were some tears and knee slapping and I had to call my mom.
I sure do love my mayun- he keeps me entertained.
