Two nights in a row...come on! So I didn't say why I didn't just serve the burritos again to the kids tonite (valid point Heather and Cori), because Jason was having friends coming over for dinner. One of whom we haven't seen since before we've had kids and was visiting from Colorado. Whose wife is decorator extrodinaire and that means I'll have to clean my house too. So Jason invited two boys over and so what to cook?
So I decided on bbq pork sandwiches. Boys like meat. Easy. Crockpot. I bought me some buns. And I'll serve chips and a salad. don't those two go together? So I defrost the pork...wait that looks small, better defrost both pork roasts cause these are boys coming over...and we'll eat the rest in the week.
So in the morning I plug in my crockpot, dump in pork, pour bbq sauce and extras on top. Put on lid, click to low. Waaa-laaa. Dinner will be served at 6. Cause I definitely don't want to repeat last night.
So I come home around from seeing Lindsey, notice no smell...wow, I'm sure liking this crockpot...not gross at all. I must be getting good at it. So at 4 p.m, I'm like, 2 hours to go. I go in the kitchen to look...hey thats strange...THE FOOD HASN'T COOKED AT ALL.
What? Its on off! And then I see the step stool and my little Darby must have turned it off this morning. Cause she was watching me get ready. And I just didn't notice. but Jason's friends are coming at 7 p.m.! And I can't make my kids starve another night. So I call my mom (sorry for the repeat story mom) and call Lindsey. Do I put it in the oven? Do I try and put it on high? Lindsey comes through with great plan. Put crockpot in fridge, cook tomorrow. New plan. Make an alfredo pasta bake in the oven. Okay, that will do.
Meanwhile I call Jason and he says friend we haven't seen in forever canceled. Now its just non-intimidating friend coming over. Okay I can serve pull out of hat alfredo pasta bake to him. And I don't have to clean my house so much.
But I'm plugging that crockpot in tonite so come over for breakfast for pork sandwiches. Wheat or white bun...cause I'm fancy like that.
And Claire and Amber and Heather, feel free to call my mom if you ever have dinner disasters. Or you can call me.
And thank you for letting me bore you with this story. I definitely overthink my meals. And yes the state of my dinner and eating in my house is the biggest news I got.