Tuesday, May 1, 2007

Can we up the Adderall?

"Sometimes I want to stab you in the neck with a pen," I tell the DNB.

I've just finished explaining, far too many times, tonight's dinner plans:

"My exam is from 5:30 - 7:30pm. I'm going to LSB's briefly after I'm done to see her new house, but I'll be back soon after. Can you make the spinach and feta stuffed chicken for dinner while I'm gone?"

The DNB looks up. "So what's your plan for the evening?"

"Baby. My exam is tonight. I'm taking it. Then I'm going to see LSB's new house. Then I'm coming home, and you will have hopefully made dinner."

"Okay," he appears to be paying attention.

"We have all the ingredients you need, including asparagus as a side. Make all six chicken breasts, though, and then freeze two of them for us to have next week. The recipe will tell you when you should freeze them."

"I think I heard most of that," he says sheepishly. "Where's the recipe?" He looks back down and shuffles the papers in front of him.

"It's in the book on top of the toaster oven. There's a piece of paper on the fridge with the week's menu that has the page number of the recipe on it." I'm losing him again.

"Am I freezing them uncooked?"

"I don't know, the recipe will tell you."

"How many should I freeze? Four?"

"Two."

"Shouldn't we have a side dish or something?"


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