Tonight I was only slightly prepared. I had chicken breasts in the refrigerator waiting to be cooked.
I came home from work tired, but with good intentions. I sat and chatted a while with Tony, and then we discussed dinner. He was very hungry, but agreeable to eating whatever we had on hand. I offered to boil chicken breasts, and you could tell he was less than excited. Still, he kept saying in a very sad voice that he would just eat whatever I was having. I ended up feeling bad for him and suggested we walk to the Valley Inn. I knew I could find something acceptable on the menu for me. I ordered the gazpacho soup which I have never eaten there. It was fresh, tasty, and the vegetables were crisp and delicious.
I also ordered a shrimp appetizer as my entree. I ate differently than usual there, but enjoyed it as much as always!
And Tony was happy.