As I was making the dressing for the dinner last night, I realized like a nimrod that I had forgotten to get dijon mustard at the store. I called up the in-laws and asked them if they could stop on the way to our house and pick some up. About an hour later they arrived and said that they stopped at three supermarkets and none of them carried dijon mustard.
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Welcome to central Texas...lol. Fortunately I found an unopened bottle of Gulden's spicy brown mustard in the pantry and used that instead. At least it wasn't fucking French's. The dressing still turned out really good, but just had a little extra zing to it.
I cooked a lasagna, garlic bread and the caesar salad for the meal. Everything turned out fine except for the caesar salad. Why? A couple of the guests weren't sure if they'd like my dressing, so they asked the OL to ask me to put it on the side. ??? Excuse' moi, but not only do I kick ass in the kitchen, but caesar salad (thanks to Mikey's recipe)is one of the things that I do best. I was pissed because in order to get the taste of caesar salad right, you have to mix in just the right amount of dressing, croutons and parmesan to get the perfect coating on each piece of the salad. They wanted to have the dressing on the side so they could put it on themselves.
Everyone dishes up their grub. The OL puts some of the caesar dressing over her salad.
OL: Woo! This stuff is (too) tangy!
Me(in my head): *meltdown*...deep breath...deep breath...okay, NOW talk.
Me: That's why you mix in the dressing before serving caesar salad, remember, sweetie?
OL: Oh, that's right...
She adds some more salad to her plate so there isn't too much dressing anymore.
OL: Hmm....I've got too many croutons on my plate now.
Me(in my head): *meltdown*....deep breath...deep breath...okay, NOW talk.
Me: That's why you mix in the dressing before serving caesar salad. The dressing binds the croutons, parmesan and romaine together so that you get an even mix.
OL: Oh...oot.
David, our 4y/o normally likes lasagna, but only choked down like three bites, and that was only after Monica coaxed him to open his mouth. He then declared that he was full. He then walked up to me a few hours later...
The Dave: Daddy, I hungry.
Me: That's because you didn't eat my lasagna.
The Dave: I want real food.
Me: Lasagna IS real food.
The Dave: No, it make me sick.
*PPBBBBRRRRRTTT!*
The Dave: See? Your lasagna made my butt fart.
Me: Bwahahahaa
War kids.