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The day we couldn't decide what to have for dinner

It was 2:00p.m. and Albert and me were playing,fighting as much as playing,as usual.Mom unexpectedly called us from the kitchen.I figured that mom wanted both of us to do the dishes,so I came prepared.Albert looked ready to be punished and about ready to cry.Mom said that she couldn't decide to do for dinner.Albert was relieved.I suggested steak.Albert said ribs.Mom said there are no steaks or ribs.Mom left the room.Albert suggested a few more things.Then, I had a fantastic idea.I ran to ask dad.He said yes.It was now 2:20p.m.,so we had plenty of time for a family picnic.Then, it started to rain.Dad said oh well for the family picnic.I got another great idea.I got out a bowl,2 pans,2 rectangle cake pans,and a wooden spoon.First,mom chopped mostly thawed chicken into cubes.Second,I cooked the chicken until done.Third,mom chopped Bacon into small rectangle strips.Then,I cooked that.Next,mom put the chicken,the bacon,tater-tots,cheese,milk,and ranch dressing mixure into each of the cake pans.Then,bake.Finnally,enjoy.Everything tured out alright in the end.
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Sharon said…
That's great story , Sarah! And the food dish you prepared sounds wonderful. I will have to try it sometime.
July 13, 2010 at 2:38 PM
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