I was about halfway home this evening when my phone buzzed to tell me a text had come in. At the next opportune moment, I checked the message. It was from my daughter, and it was the question I think I dread more than any other* - "What's for dinner?"
My answer was, "I don't know." It's been one of those days, when I worked late and had to go to the store for non-food items, so I was getting a late start home anyway. Plus, it's church night. If I had been smart, I would have stopped at Subway or something before heading home. But I didn't.
When I got home, my daughter (who was home sick today) said she finally felt ready for "real food." I had thought I might make sloppy joes (quick and easy), but that's probably not the best fare for someone recovering from a bout of the stomach bug. I had some boiled chicken in the refrigerator, so I announced I would turn it into chicken salad sandwiches. Still quick, but relatively bland and easy on the stomach.
On to Plan C! I had seen a recipe somewhere once for a Chicken and Chips casserole made with potato chips (I did have about a quarter of a bag on hand). I hunted up the recipe online and finally had everything I needed. I was a little apprehensive, though; what if no one liked it? Oh, and I should mention that the time for church had come and gone by this point.....