Please bless the food

May 1, 2011
I know I'm not a great cook. But I try.

Tonight I made this chicken casserole that my Grandma (who was a fabulous cook) made for me when I'd come to have lunch with her and my Grandpa while I was attending USU. Me and my Dad had a lunch date with them every Thursday. It was awesome and one of my favorite memories.

So this casserole is sort of a home-cooked, delicious, comfort food for me.

Until my family chokes it down and reminds me it will never be as good as my Grandma made it. I'll admit it turns out to be more of a creamy chicken noodle soup instead of a casserole, and I didn't have any side dishes or dessert but Pearl could have at least humored me and blessed the food during the prayer. That twirp refused to say "thank you for the food" (which is a given with EVERY single one of her prayers) or even "bless the food to taste yummy" after several prompts from me. Jeff, in the meantime was trying not to burst into hysterical laughter. I gave them both the evil eye and told them they had to eat it or starve. At least Cole and I enjoyed a hot meal.