Actually, it’s more like a wild recipe–sort of.
Today, I made chicken macaroni casserole. Sort of. It all started with a recipe. I googled (yes–google is a verb) chicken and macaroni and the first thing that came up in my search was a casserole.
I looked at the first recipe that came up in the search. Hmmmm…ingredients…leftover chicken and macaroni. I got this!
After a nap (that is, thinking about it for a bit) and double-checking for the other ingredients (flour, milk, cheese) in the kitchen, I thought, “Hmmmm. Let’s give this a go!”
I took the chicken meat off of the poor leftover chicken carcass that was in the fridge. I boiled up the macaroni. (No big “how-to” here…I boiled macaroni often enough growing up). Fry the onions and mushrooms. Snap!
Now came the puzzle. Bread crumbs!
Hmmm. Let’s see. Bread I’ve got. Crumb it!
Finally, about 2:23 in the afternoon my creation is finished and ready for the oven. (I wonder what time the Creator completed his creation? Probably, 2:23 in the afternoon).
Later the same day? My creation…gone! Well, almost. It looked like there might be enough left for either Jan or myself (maybe both) for lunch tomorrow.
I wish I knew the secret. Sometimes I’ll think of something for the better part of a day, and nothing happens. Sometimes, like today, all I do is think and it all falls into place. Is this what Forrest Gump’s mom meant–“You never know what you’re going to get.”
I’m pretty sure that my mom (and probably yours) would have said something similar. And it’s true. Life is one great box of chocolates, one meandering chicken macaroni casserole. You never know how it’s going to end up.