The other day I wanted a simple, quick meal to make for my family. I thought of the perfect thing. Grilled cheese sandwiches on whole wheat bread with
Really Good Tomato Soup.
I grabbed two cans of tomatoes, a can of tomato soup, and a can of V-8 juice from the pantry, and pulled some leftover spaghetti sauce from the fridge to use before it went bad. I blended up the tomatoes and dumped everything into the pot along with a couple of cups of water, tossed in some basil and a dash of chili powder, put the lid on and left it alone while I went to work on the sandwiches.
Feeling lazy, I pulled the pre-sliced provolone cheese out of the fridge. I knew the cheese would be really mild so I had a great idea to use garlic butter on the bread. I grabbed the Johnny B’s garlic bread seasoning and mixed it in with a dish of butter that was sitting on the counter by the toaster. It was quick work to smear the garlic butter on all the slices of bread, slap some cheese on and put it on the griddle. The first sandwich was nearly finished cooking when I put the last sandwich on the griddle. I got a little butter on my hand and unconsciously licked it off. Suddenly I was jerked back to a very conscious place. It was sweet! Garlic butter is not supposed to be sweet! I tasted the butter again and realized I had made my garlic butter with someone else’s honey butter.
So much for quick.
I chucked the sandwiches all into the trash and started over. They turned out great the second time, everyone enjoyed them, the soup was super delicious, and I was still on time for my evening activity.
Anyone else had dinner disasters lately?
winner-winner, chicken dinner 🙂