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Monday, September 21, 2015

Cooking Lesson Seven and Final - Chicken Parmesan


I have to confess, I had been writing things down after I would do a cooking lesson, but I neglected to do so with this last lesson. There had been so many things going on, I didn’t know if I was coming or going. As a matter of fact, this lesson was a whirlwind in that the girls didn’t spend the night and we had crammed everything all in one day and I forgot to take pictures of the final outcome. Wah.

Along with the chicken parmesan, the girls wanted pesto spaghetti, and garlic bread. I had grown some basil in a big pot out back, which needed to be picked, but it was too soon for the recipe. I picked it anyway and made the pesto sauce ahead of time.

I baked the cupcakes ahead of time too, so that the girls could get right into decorating. They made their own fondant. We did the dessert first because the dinner was something that would need to be prepared right before the guests (all the family) would be coming.





Princess Flame and Princess Frost decided the week prior that this would be a ghost theme party… and they made invitations to give to the guests (Princess Flame’s mom, Robyn, Princess Frost’s dad Todd, and two brothers, Jack and Lucas and my daughter Jessica and her boyfriend, Patrick and my other daughter, Rita. Of course, Grandpa and myself. Dress code: wear something red and make yourself look like a ghost or a ghoul.
Oh, also invited was Earl (the ghost in our house).





We found a recipe for Chicken Parmesan that you would bake. I always thought it was fried and then baked, but this called for all baking. We made the sauce from scratch that would cover the Chicken Parmesan. While the chicken baked, we got dressed for the occasion. Besides some extra powder on my face, I didn’t feel like I looked much different than when I wake up in the morning. You’ll see…



Since the dress code was red, the girls set the table in red. Red, I guess, for blood. We all had a bloody good time and the girls did a fantastic job to end their cooking lesson.











 I hope we can continue this tradition… we’ll see what next summer brings.