I had planned to make chicken cacciatore for dinner, but when I started preparing it, I realized I didn't have all of the ingredients. Instead of going to the store to get them, like a sane person would do, I decided to go with Plan B. I pulled out a box of Cornflakes and looked at the recipe on the back. Cornflake chicken. Okay. I thought I'd give it a try.
I followed all of the directions, and an hour later, dinner was ready. I put it on the table. My son sat down and started eating it. He made a face. "Mama, this is your worst mess up ever!"
"Even worse than when she baked the ham with the wrapper on it?" my husband asked. (Yes, I did do that. Don't ask!)
"Yeah. It's horrible."
"Oh, come on," I said. "It can't be that bad, or they'd never put the recipe on the box of Cornflakes."
My daughter cut off a piece and put it on the floor for Schultz, our German Shepherd, to eat. He sniffed it and walked away. "See?" she said. "Even Schultz won't eat it, because it's so disgusting."
I looked at the dog. Then I looked at my family. I speared my chunk of chicken and threw it into Schultz's food bowl. "All right, dog. Let's try this again."
He wagged his tail and gobbled it up.
"See, it's not that bad. Eat it!"
I knew I wasn't going to win this battle. So I made them chicken noodle soup and peanut butter and jelly sandwiches which they happily wolfed down.
Note to self: never follow dinner recipes that are on the back of cereal boxes!