Yes--I am a vegetarian--mostly.
But sometimes my family rebels.
Especially when I buy fake meat things...and don't tell them...at which point Adam becomes incensed and says, "I don't mind if we eat vegetarian--just don't try to recreate meat--EVER!!"
Although, I have to admit the sausage we tried did taste a bit like what I imagine cat food would taste like.
But now we know.
So to make up for my mistake, I promised chicken (the real stuff) for dinner last night. We pounded it thin and filled it with:
cream cheese (fat free, because Darrin does not need the fat and cholesterol)
Feta cheese, crumbled
chopped roasted red peppers
Then we rolled the chicken pieces (secured with toothpicks) in seasoned breadcrumbs and baked them. We had baked sweet potatoes, fresh green beans, and garlic bread sticks and everyone got too full.
And Adam attempted chocolate chip cookies for dessert--which means he got out all the ingredients, then stood around looking bewildered, which means he wants me to come bake with him. So I did.
And DJ came for dinner and we played cards until 9:30 p.m., at which point Tabitha demanded Mom-time (and she drove us to get hot chocolate--in a snow storm--max speed = 15 mph), DJ went home, and Adam decided it was time for Dad to teach him to drive a standard shift car in a snow storm (which lasted all of two blocks).
And Tabitha and I made great headway in her room cleaning project which has lasted more than five years. I love nights like this.