Just Gotta Laugh

Sometimes you just have to laugh at yourself. In true Sunday tradition, I cooked a big family dinner. I marinated beautiful chicken breasts in orange zest, citrus,thyme, onions, herbs, you get the idea, it was a beautiful site and smelled amazing. I put it in my 425 degree oven and went back upstairs. Soon after my husband says, "something smells like oven cleaner", (not something you want to hear while you are cooking a yummy family favorite). I'm usually the nose in the family and as I didn't smell anything but the aroma of thyme, I assured him he was wrong. Five minutes before the timer went off I looked in on my plump chicken breasts only to find that I had left the plastic wrap on top of the dish and it was melting away like cotton candy that gets wet. Ugh! Luckily I was able to pull it back and save my chicken but I'm sure my darling husband will not let me live this one down. Technically I claim "my not thinking clearly" on the meds I've been taking while I've been sick. lol