Thank you for all the uhhhh.....suggestions for the home coming party. :) I loved all the comments of ways to make my man feel loved and appreciated. I loved that Ben "came out of the closet" and shared his thoughts for the day. You made me laugh out loud. And made others blush.
So anyways....we went with a low key evening. Jack had an idea to make large welcome home signs for the garage and kitchen. Then I made one of Donovan's favorite dishes, Kristin Chicken. It's actually called Sam's choice Chicken...but that is such a boring name for such a delicious dish that I re-named it after the person that gave me the recipe. The kids and I set the table, with the table cloth and even the fancy stemmed glasses. We lit candles and it was a fun evening.
I think I've posted this recipe before but it deserves another debut.
4-6 Boneless, skinless chicken breasts
1 can cream of mushroom soup
6 oz. sour cream
1 cup Ritz crackers, crushed
1/4 cup melted butter
3/4 T. Worcestershire sauce
1/4 t. onion salt
1/4 t. garlic powder
Mix cream of chicken soup and sour cream; pour over chicken. Cover and bake at 300 for 1 1/2 hours. Mix ingredients for topping and crumble over chicken breasts. Bake 10-15 minutes longer.
This goes wonderfully with baked potatoes, because as you bake this dish it creates a sauce that goes well over the potatoes.
As you can see the sick boy was looking pretty good at dessert time. Shock. The breathing treatments of albuterol made him so hyper...it was unreal. And after 3 treatments by supper time he was practically bouncing off the walls.
For dessert I made chocolate pudding, but put it into coffee mugs to resemble hot chocolate.
William, Suzanna and I were at the bank in the drive thru and William notices that there is a bowl of bones in the window but no candy visible.
William: "Mom, can I have a bone?"
Me: "Why do you want a bone?"
William: "Because I see no candy."
Me: "William, the bones are for dogs when they come in the car to the bank"
William: "You can't have dogs in the car-they fritz around and poop."
Fritz is a name his dad uses for screwing around. :)
Fritz is also Jack's nick name that my uncle Leonard gave to him. And it has stuck.