So I was cooking dinner tonight, my husband was having a heart attack about what I was making for dinner. He knew I was cooking chicken breast but he wanted to know “which” chicken I was cooking. As he keeps asking me and pacing around in the kitchen, I just keep telling him that I don’t know hoping that will get him to leave me alone.
Rewind to a few weeks ago. I was walking through Price Rite picking up a basil plant with my daughter and saw a sign on the door “Boneless, Skinless Chicken Breast .99lb. While Supplies Last” I knew it was a great price. And, it was while supplies last so that meant that I had to buy as much as I possibly could! We had literally close to no money left toward the end of the week (yes, we live paycheck to paycheck) and didn’t know what we were going to do for dinner for the next so this deal couldn’t have come at a more perfect timing. I grabbed 4 packages. (4 (3) lb packages) That is dinner for us for weeks for super cheap! Done deal. I was happy. Or so I thought.
Well, I started making dinner with such chicken breasts and my husband started complaining that he didn’t like the chicken. He could tell a difference from the texture of the chicken that it wasn’t “his” chicken. He hooed and hawed every time dinner rolled around. The other day we grabbed the “normal ” chicken breast so now he has been happy and hasn’t had any complaints about dinner for a few days. That is until tonight. Tonight when I opened the freezer I saw that there was one package of “those ” Hickenloopern (that is totally supposed of say chicken and my auto correct changed it to that?! It was so cool I left it in haha!
Ok. Yeah, back to “those “chicken breasts. I took them. I cooked them. I didn’t want to waste them. I stuffed them with basil, pimento peppers, and basil and roasted it in the oven with homemade bread crumbs on top. Total yum. (Or, so I thought)
Not to my husband. He sat at the dinner table and took one bite of the chicken and knew that I had tried to trick him. He sat there and only ate rice. That’s it. He refused to eat the chicken. He ate the insides and sat at the table pouting over “those” chicken breasts. Instead, he was up at 9pm making nachos in the microwave because he was still hungry from not finishing his dinner. Men. LOL 🙂
Mortal of the story: just because it is a great price doesn’t mean it’s always a great deal. The chicken did suck haha! I thought it was a great deal but sometimes you do get what you pay for. ♡ Has this ever happened to you? Have you RUN to the store for a super great deal only to realize later you didn’t have the money to actually spend on such deal, you felt like it wasn’t the greatest deal after you were able to think about it, or you ran for a deal and bought a ton of stuff you didn’t even like and won’t use?