Disaster Dinner

Ok, so I have really been trying to be a good wife and make dinner every night. In my single college days, dinner for me consisted of something like a cheese quesadilla or a pb&j. They were easy to make and I didn't have to take up much time in the kitchen. (Or do too many dishes). But after getting married, I decided that Jon needed a little more substance than that. So I have been looking through my cookbooks and trying out new recipes. Up until last night, they have worked out pretty well. I have made fettuccine alfredo, baked mac and cheese, Greek salad, lettuce wraps, and various other yummy things. For the most part, they have all been really good.
But much to my dismay, and Jon's, this streak of good food ended last night with baked bbq chicken. I had found the recipe the other day and was so excited to try it. Jon called me on the way home from work saying he was starving. Perfect, I have bbq chicken in the oven and it's almost done. It smelled delicious and we sat down to eat. Jon took a bite and his face turned bright red. He grabbed for my milk and drank half the glass. I thought he was just exaggerating so I took a big bite. It was honestly the spiciest thing that I have ever put in my mouth.
I ran through the list of ingredients trying to figure out what could have caused this. Then it came to me. The chili sauce! I guess that the spicy Asian sauce from the lettuce rolls was not what the recipe had meant when it said bottled chili sauce.
I felt so bad for almost burning our esophaguses. Good thing I had those yummy "lava baby cakes" ready to put in the oven. Last time I had made them, they were just like on the cruise. Delicious! I pulled out the filling feeling a little better about the night. But much to my dismay, that didn't look anything like it had the first time I had made it. Last time, the chocolate filling mixture had set up nicely in the fridge and I had rolled it into balls. This time, it was still soft after an hour. I plopped the mixture into the custard dishes and put it in the oven anyways, determined to redeem myself. Much to my surprise, it actually turned out ok. Lesson learned: use the right kind of chili sauce.

Mouse 3

Ok, so last Sunday, I was making dinner and cleaning the kitchen and I kept smelling something gross. I figured it was just the trash, so we took that out and Lysoled the empty can. It seemed to solve the problem, so I didn't think much more of it. A few days later, I smelled it again. This time, I was doing dished and thought for sure that it was the disposal that my dad and uncle had installed. I called my dad to ask if he was positive that he had installed it correctly and he told me to run it for a while and throw some lemons down it.
So I did, but the sink was not letting up. I opened the door where our pots and pans are kept and much to my dismay a waft of extremely foul air came at me. I quickly closed the door, but the stench remained. We did a through investigation and could not find anything that would be causing that much of an odor. We sadly came to the conclusion that it must be a mouse who had a little too much Decon.
It's been a few days now, and instead of getting better, they smell only seems to be getting worse. We can't have anyone over because lets be honest...it's pretty embarrassing to have a stinky house...especially when it's because there is a dead mouse in the wall.
So, until the little thing petrifies don't be expecting to be getting any invites over to our house. Don't feel bad, we are really doing you a favor.