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I don't know what it is, but I have finally mastered the art that is spanish rice and fideo. It took me months, but I have done it. In even less time, Sammy has mastered chicken.
Our group effort! 

Sammy makes such good chicken, every time I'm blown away. I'm so grateful for this because, I can't handle raw chicken. There was a day where I was in the kitchen crying, hacking at a package of frozen chicken with a huge knife and the hot water on blast, packaging and little web blobs all over my arms, when Sammy came in and I begged him for help. I know he would have but he had a dentists appointment. Ever since that day, and the nasty chicken I made for dinner that night, I haven't had to touch the chicken thanks to Sammy. 

He actually cooks a lot and it's always so good! We have pancakes for dinner a lot, and delicious scrambled eggs. Sammy makes the best toast I have ever had, which sounds weird but it's so true. Even our dinner guests agree. ;)

I'm starting to get this cooking while going to school thing down though and don't dread cooking as much. Since we've been married, I'm proud to announce Sammy hasn't bought any Noodles and Co mac and cheese because he likes mine better :) 
This picture doesn't do it justice, and usually I put pepperoni on top. Mmmm! 

I'm still working on the eating of vegetables though. Any tips would be awesome! 

Comments

  1. Bailey KaySeptember 19, 2014 at 9:57 AM

    Here's my tip: don't eat vegetables. I haven't touched a fruit or veggie since I was 4 and I'm still fine!

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