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A likes to cook for me and has good ideas; I also like to cook and have good ideas. As the old saying goes, there's many a slip 'twixt cup and lip.
Yesterday we had several projects going and time got away; soon it was late and no dinner was ready. He had planned to make tequila lime chicken in the crockpot but of course that requires putting everything in the pot early in the day. Fortunately there are a million recipes on the internet and oh boy here was a recipe to make tequila lime chicken in a skillet. There were some differences, so before he put it in the pan he showed me a plate with the ingredients prepared and ready to go. Chicken, mushrooms, garlic, and a chopped orange. Excuse me? With the peel. Chopped. Hmmm.
I tend to be a little critical and gently suggested he read me the recipe. (His version might read: She rolled her eyes and insisted I read the recipe) Chicken. Mushrooms. Garlic. One orange or yellow bell pepper, chopped. He didn't have a yellow bell pepper but he did have an orange, wasn't that lucky? Indeed. We agreed to try it without the orange this time.