Sweet Ending

Last night’s dinner was what I would consider a complete failure. The menu included chicken breasts and baked potatoes, so I tossed them all in the oven together at the same time, on the same temperature. Fast forward an hour, and I'm using a knife to try and chisel the potato apart, and Jon heaping mounds of butter, sour cream, and cheese on his to mask the lingering flavor of rawness. Sour cream and cheese are good, but, but come on, even they need help. Jon was grateful for dinner, and played it off as “not that bad,” but I knew he was sweetly lying through his teeth. The potatoes were half-baked and the chicken was nothing to brag about, either. Towards the end, we simultaneously grimaced as we took a bite, caught each other’s eye, and burst out laughing. It really was so bad, it was funny. After we regained control, Jon had a most clever idea—a trip to Sonic for dessert as compensation for a dinner gone wrong. So, all was well as we ended a dining disaster on a sweet note. Thank goodness for Sonic…and a brilliant husband.