I made this wonderfully fattening and delectable meal tonight-White Cheese Chicken Lasagna. It was a very time-consuming meal to put together. It didn’t help that my 23 month-old kept telling me that she needed to potty. I would stop dinner and take her to the potty. Then, she wouldn’t do anything. By the third or fourth time of her telling me she needed to do number two, I just couldn’t stop anymore. Of course, this time she actually did it. In a pull-up, thank goodness.
Here were the responses at the dinner table:
- Five year-old: what is this green stuff? Did you put broccoli in this? I’ll eat all this and then you can throw all the green stuff away. (I eventually had to feed him in order to get the meal over with; however, he did not complain one bit. I guess he was just wanting some extra attention tonight.)
- Almost two year-old: made her take the first bite and then she ate two servings.
- Daddy: you can make this any time!
- Me: this is a make-for-company meal. Almost hate that I went to so much trouble for such little appreciation! Glad my man enjoyed it, though. Then I thought, “holy moly, this is so rich and cheesy. I can just feel my hips expanding with every bite. It sure is yummy!”