I have managed to stick with my no-eating-after-7 challenge, and it hasn't really been hard at all. That surprises me! But I've been going to bed at about 9, so I'm certainly not hungry when I go to bed. I've been craving comfort foods galore while I've been sick. Yesterday, for dinner, I made the mother of all comfort foods (to me, anyway)--chicken noodle casserole, otherwise known as "Jerry's Chicken Casserole Surprise". Here's the story about that:
Shortly after we were married and moved into our new house, and I was pregnant, when I went to the bathroom I noticed that I had some spotting. I was really nervous and scared, because it was so early in my pregnancy. My mom had a miscarriage with her first pregnancy, so I was worried that was happening to me. It was a Sunday evening, so I couldn't go into the doctor's office. I decided to wait until Monday morning to do anything.
Knowing that I was a nervous wreck and feeling really upset, Jerry decided to try to make dinner. He'd never cooked anything in his life, so he was clueless--but instead of asking me, he got out a cookbook that my aunt had given me and he found a recipe for chicken-noodle casserole. He made it, and it turned out pretty good. I couldn't eat much, because of my nerves. Turns out everything was fine with my pregnancy (Noah is now 7!) and now that casserole is total comfort food to me, because it reminds me of that night.
I don't know why he gave it a name that would possibly be used in a school cafeteria--"Jerry's Chicken Casserole Surprise". Apparently he felt like he had to rename it because he cooked something? When I asked why the "surprise", he said, "I don't know. Don't all casseroles have the word 'surprise' in them?"
Comfort food tastes so much better when you're sick. I've been having "Screamin' Rice" for breakfast the past few days. Screamin' Rice is something that we had as kids--actually "Cream of Rice" with butter, sugar, and milk on top. For some reason, we called it Screamin' Rice, so that's what I call that combo to this day.
I feel kind of bad that I have no pictures to post over the past couple of days. Oh wait, my kids went squirrel hunting for the first time with my dad...
|Eli, my dad, and Noah|
And I guess I will leave you with a "Google search of the day". (If I can remember, I'll post one of these on each of my entries, since the blog post I did seemed to be a hit):
|Hmm, what a great question! I think a better question is, why are you wearing long pink shorts?|
What is your mother-of-all-comfort-foods? Is there a story behind it? Share, please!