Monday, May 19, 2008

Lavender Vanilla Comfort Chicken

Last night we had some friends from church come over to eat. My kids love their daughter Camryn and baby son Grant and they play really well together. I think Jonathan is sort of crushing a little on Camryn. I asked him if Camryn was his princess the other day and he blushed to the tips of his ears!
I have to admit I was a little nervous because I don't think I have ever hosted anyone but family (and Lara and Jeremy, but I have no sense of pride or pretense with them, so they don't count in this respect). Everything was going smoothly. I had the apple crisp done and on the counter, I had browned all the chicken in a skillet and I had mixed up my homemade barbecue sauce. All I had to do was cut up the onions and celery, fry them in the skilllet, and then pour them and the sauce over the chicken and get it in the oven. So slice and dice, slice and dice. The house is clean (as good as it gets) and everything is on schedule, and by some miracle I don't have a headache (I almost always have a headache lately). Out of the corner of my eye, I see Jon up on a chair holding a bottle of cleaner in his hands. He is saying to himself, Oh, what did you make? He is perched over my bowl of BBQ sauce. Me, not fully grasping the situation for some reason (which, in retrospect, is puzzling, because I normally assume the worst with my kids) tell him to get down. I give him a mini-lecture about how that bottle is full of poison, and we clean with poison, but never around food...
And then I resume what I was doing. A few moments later, he comes in the kitchen, looking all pale, and says, "Mama, I don't think Camryn should eat that chicken."
I immediately start interrogating him, Did you spray the cleaner in the sauce? Did you? You're not in trouble, I just need you to tell me the truth....
He keeps saying, I don't know! I can't REMEMBER!
He is so stressed out, because in his mind, he may have poisoned the chicken, leading to the demise of his Princess Camryn (I don't think he seems concerned in the least about the rest of us), and I think he literally can't remember if he did spray it in the bowl or not!
We all sniff the sauce, and I can't smell one trace of Lavender Vanilla Comfort Febreze Mr. Clean in it, but I decide it is not something I want to risk (not because I am worried about poisoning anyone, it's my own pride in my meal at stake here!) so I dump the sauce and start over.
When I think about what could have happened! Can you imagine serving your guests Febreze scented chicken?

1 comment:

Jones said...

mmmmm, sounds very yummy and clean! lol