Tonight's dinner consisted of:
Youngest daughter sick with the same stomach bug her father has, so she just ate a bit of soup and back to bed. Hubby sick; ate some soup, went back to bed.
Just when I thought all my efforts were in vain, my youngest son (5) declares out of nowhere:
"In FIVE delicious colors, this is THE FEAST OF MY DREAMS!"
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Dunno where he got 'five delicious colors" from, but at least I know how to cook the feast of SOMEBODY'S dreams, ROFLOL!!!!!!!
I thought it was all pretty good, if I do say so myself. :)