So dinner last night was awesome.
I have come to the conclusion that one of the reasons I hate cooking is that there is just far too much to think about. What am I going to fix? Is it a reasonably balanced meal? Will everyone eat it? Do we have all the crap I need to fix it? Are the dishes done and the counters clear so I have a space to work? And even when all this is taken care of, you still have other things to think about: what time are we eating? What needs to be done in what order so that all the dishes come out at the same time?
So I realized something: I could just fix stuff, and if one part of dinner was cold by the time the other finished cooking, then that is why God gave us the microwave. (For those of you familiar with Flylady, you will recognize the decluttering of perfectionism here. For those of you wondering "why hasn't the dumbass thought of this before", shut up and go back to pinning impossible recipes on Pinterest.)
So after I went grocery shopping, I sliced up some boneless skinless chicken breasts and marinated it in Italian dressing. Later that afternoon, I found a TO DIE FOR recipe for roasted potatoes (not exactly on the healthy side, but must be better for you than straight out french fries), and steamed some fresh green beans without turning them to total mush. The chicken got rather "blackened" but it usually does, probably because of the sugar content in the dressing.
I also was terribly excited that I didn't set off the fire alarm, only to realize later that the battery in the thing is dead. But still, I'll take it.