It was 4:30 and I had to get dinner ready by 5:00. Yep, that's right! Our dinnertime is 5:00. Nope, that's not my idea, it's my husbands. If he isn't eating by 5:00 the drama kicks in. He pretends like he's too weak to stand, complains of a headache, threatens to pass out, etc. Please don't feel sorry for him, he's completely fine. Anyone who thinks women are the dramatic ones hasn't witnessed John at 5:00, if he isn't eating.
The problem was, I had nothing planned. So, I hit the refrigerator and cabinet. This is what I grabbed: