So, this is what happens when you are fasting but you still have to cook supper. You find a new recipe for chicken that sounds good and you make it.
And the suppertime conversation goes like this:
Hubby: What is this?
Me: It’s a new recipe. It sounded good.
Buster: Mom…you’re fasting. Everything sounds good to you right now.
Me: It’s not good?
Hubby: Um…no. Not really. It’s okay…but…please don’t ever make this again. Ever.
Buster: I hate to say it, but this kinda sucks.
Me: It smells good!
Buster: EVERYTHING smells good when you’re fasting!Hubby: Next time you’re fasting, just order in, okay? I would have been fine with pizza.
Upon hearing the word Pizza, the dog’s ears perked up and my stomach gave a giant kick.
Who said prayer is for wimps? :-)