Jenn from, You Know … that blog?,
hosts Sensational Haiku Wednesday.
This week’s theme is: Renovation
Substitute this for
that, and that for this. Chicken
Cordon Boo-Boo, sigh.
From time to time I get ambitious and decide to fix my love something extra special yummy for dinner. He took me out for a Valentine’s meal, so a few days later I decided to surprise him with Chicken Cordon Bleu. I had all of the ingredients but heavy cream. I figured whole milk would work just fine, we don’t need the extra calories. What I didn’t figure on was the kitchen.
We are in temporary, furnished housing while waiting for our possessions to sail the ocean from Hawaii to Seattle in the slowest moving ship on the Pacific sea. So, Amoeba tells me he’s starving and I saunter into the kitchen and … don’t have a meat mallet, a wire whisk, a garlic press, or a heavy skillet.
The chicken couldn’t be pounded — oh well, we’ll just layer the ham atop the breast and make cheese sauce to dress them in. I decided to use my Alfredo sauce recipe and just use Swiss cheese. That should work, right? Who knew that Swiss cheese melted so rapidly, was stickier than super glue and could be stretched like bungee cords?
After the meal, while Amoeba sat happily twanging an errant strand of cheese, I said, “Hon, what are you going to say tomorrow at work when someone asks about your Valentine’s dinner? Are you going to tell them I cooked Chicken Cordon Uh-oh?” He emphatically answered, “Oh no! Of course not!” I beamed at him happily, then he added, “I’m going to tell them you cooked Chicken Cordon Boo-Boo!“