Dinner at my house

Crazy. Impromptu. who knows?

Tonight, hubby was home, so I planned homemade lasagna with all the trimmings. Well, that was the plan anyway...

Hubby ended up sick today, and wasn't sure if he could eat anything. And, since the kids won't eat the lasagna (it has red sauce, and anything with red sauce is Spicy. no matter what Mom says) I decided to make meatloaf instead. If I make that in a cupcake pan, the kids will eat it. So...I go to turn the oven on...and the "bake" button will not work! All the buttons are dying: I haven't been able to cook anything under 300 because those number buttons don't work. Now it's the Bake. Good thing the owner of the house was already shopping for a new oven today...but it will be awhile. So, now what?

Fettucine Alfredo! The kids love my homemade sauce. So, I get a chicken breast out and defrost it. I get it cooking and go to make the sauce...no milk! So...now what?

Breakfast! I LOVE breakfast for dinner. It's something that I grew up with, and love it! Okay, I can do eggs, bacon, and pancakes, right? Right! Maybe... until the bowl of pancake mix I have (it doesn't require milk) starts moving... yep, I said moving! I look closer...weevils! Yeah, that went in the garbage.

So, last resort. I send my sick hubby out to get milk from the store, and bisquick. I make eggs and bacon; the pancakes get done when he got home. Finally! Dinner is made...or is it breakfast?

*sigh* Is it bedtime yet?