I just consumed the best box dinner of my life. And it made me question my box dinner choices of the past.
It's hard to say this, but...
I'm sorry Velveeta Shells and Cheese, but I'm breaking up with you. I promise we can still hang out, but only when my new box dinner isn't over. It just isn't going to work anymore. Not when my soulmate is in the same supermarket.
This my new love:
Aaron's mom sent us these lovely boxes of deliciousness from Kansas.
For those of you that aren't familiar, Macaroni Grill is a chain restaurant in the States. It just so happens to be a big deal to us Spreers. It's my sister-in-law and her husband's ultimate favorite place. So much so that it's even the place where they got engaged. Six years and two kids later, they still make the hour long trek to dine when they can get away.
They were actually the ones that introduced me to its awesomeness. Now, I'm also a huge fan.
So you can imagine our excitement when we unpacked these from our shipping box today. We both rushed home, thawed out chicken and got to cookin'.
Tonight we made the Chicken Piccata. The directions were easy peezy.
The kit contains angel hair pasta, seasoning flour (to coat your chicken), lemon infused wine (to make you feel all fancy and gourmet) and some sauce seasoning.
All you have to add is chicken breast and a pretty obscene amount of butter. But we're not going to talk about that. Today, we're only discussing happy things.
We finished all sauteing, boiling and stirring in about 20 minutes.
And it tasted better than anything I have ever put hours of effort into. It was soooo good. We accidentally finished all six servings in one sitting.
It definitely looks like I'm carrying a food baby right now. And I don't even care.
It was sooooo worth it.
**To our moms and dads: Thank you for sending such awesome care packages. They are appreciated more than we can express. Each little box makes us feel like the ocean between us isn't so ginormous and that just for a minute, we're at home with our peeps.
I'm now off to have one of the Ghiradelli chocolates my Daddy sent me and pretend that we're watching bad Hallmark movies together.
(May as well keep this food baby growing.)
2016 WY/MT Trip
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