Oh grrrrrrrrrrrrrrr. I just made a dinner that was a Boursin-Stuffed Chicken Breast from Pat/NoCal.

dawn_mo

dawn_mo

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I was winging it from memory. I stuffed the chicken breast with Boursin, and sauteed it. Then added some sliced mushrooms, sliced mini red and yellow mini peppers and maybe a quarter cup of chicken broth. Seasoned it, and covered it to let it cook for awhile. I had some angel hair pasta cooking, and when it was almost done, I added it to the chicken and veggies. I added a little more broth and some Boursin; and let it cook until the pasta absorbed the broth. It was perfectly done. I tested for salt and pepper, then plated. I handed it to my husband, and without even tasting it, he poured the remnant balsalmic vinegar and oil from his salad on to my pasta. Acccckkkkkkkkkkkkkkk! Is it just me, or would that set you off too?

 
They are just lucky they are cute and adorable or we would smother them in their sleep!! smileys/smile.gif

 
My DH would never do that...but...

Thanks for the recipe! Think I'll make it for DH this weekend while we're house sitting at my daughter's.

I've seen men who douse everything in sight with catsup (or ketchup)!! That would drive me nuts!

 
Yes, that would set me off, too. Assuming divorce is not an option, I propose these solutions...

1) Buy a shotgun. No explanation needed. Just cradle it while you plate.

2) Hire a couple of footmen. Dress them in matching outfits. (Ava Gardener's cabana boys from Night of the Iguana come to mind). Have them clear the salad things away, brush the table, and hover over DH with pepper and Parmesan while he is presented his dinner. He won't dare.

3) Say, "Here you go. Do you like it?" while putting the plate down, before he's even tasted it. It's the equivalent of asking him if your jeans make you look fat. Again, he won't dare.

4) Serve the salad afterwards. Tell him that's "continental."

5) All of the above.

 
You mean he couldn't find the ketchup? smileys/wink.gif)

It could be alot worse. Try fixing that and then learning that DW is taking the FIL to the Mexican buffet restaurant. "You know Daddy won't eat chicken!" Heck, I didn't know I was cooking for him tonight.

 
Wow!

That almost borders on a capital offense! Sounds like something Keith would have done, and then looked at me like that was the way it was supposed to be served. You sure have jazzed up that recipe since I posted it all those years ago. It's still one of my favorite ones and that is actually what I made for Thanksgiving this past year. ( after I wrested the book away from Cici who "borrowed" it) I did up the breasts the night before and just popped them in the oven when I got home from work on T'Giving day. On a really high note:
DJ is coming home from Iraq on Monday!! Sadly he won't be coming home to PA as he has to go through de-briefing and they don't get leave till the higher up's decide that they are fit to be mainstreamed once again. Jen( his fiancee) is down there now. She rented a beautiful townhouse for them and is now happily decorating it so at least he will have a nice place to live instead of those awful On-Post apartments. I'm just so happy that he is going to be once again here in the States and I can talk to him more than once every 8 or 9 weeks.

 
My DH does the same. I spend 4 hours making Sunday gravy with

homemade braciole. When the plate is on the table he douses the entire plate with Frank's Hot Sauce. It's been going on for 35 and it still ticks me off.

 
One of the women I work with has battled with her husband messing with the

seasoning in her stuffing at holidays. She finally told him the next time he touched it or added so much as a grain of salt she was taking his credit card and going shopping and he would be VERY sorry. Seems to have worked fine.

 
Lucky me I dont have that problem with the main BUT after hours of making a wonderful dessert DH....

will say, "Not for me, you know I haven't a sweet tooth, I don't eat puds!" This infront of guests....THEN as everyone else tucks in with many yummy exclamations he says he will have just a taste...then he has a wee taste more, then more.....why he doesn't just accept the first dish up and politely leave what he doesn't want I just don't know......you'd think I'd be used to it after 40 years...grrrrr!

 
I remember making my first family dinner as a teenager

I found a recipe and made some kind of pasta dish. It even had ricotta, which was exotic to me back then. I planned and cooked and worked hard. Set it on the table and dad put a big scoop on his plate and then (gasp) poured half a bottle of catsup on it without even tasting. I still remember how hurt my feelings were.

 
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