So I stood in the Kitchen earlier today thinking that there was something I should do.

It didn’t come to me.

Later, after I’d picked Mr. Big Food up at the drop off and we were recononinting (sp) in the Kitchen, he said, “So you didn’t boil the chicken?”

“THAT’S IT!” I said.

I had not boiled the chicken.

So we had grilled cheese– Havarti on a nice Kroger bakery grain– and a fast soup for supper.

Delicious.