So tonight the missionaries were coming for dinner but the Devil must have not wanted them to come, because it seemed like everything was against them coming.
First off they were suppose to come at 5:30, well then Clint's Doctor asked him to come to an appointment at 6:00 instead. So we called the missionaries and they said they could come at 4:30, great no problem with that.
Then I needed to study with one of my friends for our Chemistry test tomorrow, so I wouldn't be around during the day to make sure everything was ready to eat by 4:30. Luckily there is this great invention called a Crock Pot, so I threw some chicken in before I left so that it would be ready to shred by the time I got home. I was planning on having Cafe Rio Chicken Salad. I hadn't made the dressing yet so Clint said that he wouldn't mind grocery shopping and making the dressing. Great, one less thing for me to do.
So I'm at the Library studying and decided to call Clint just to make sure the chicken was looking good. He looks in the pot and says, "It looks like some of it's still frozen!." Just then I realized that I had set the temperature to low, but forgot to plug the Crock Pot in, Dumb me!!! I thought, no problem, we can just put it in the oven and cook it faster, it won't be as good but will still work.
So I finish studying and get home at 3:45, only 45 minutes to get the rice, beans and everything else we needed ready. I trust Clint with a recipe but I'm one of those cooks that doesn't follow the recipe, so I wanted to taste the dressing to make sure it was alright. So I tasted a tiny bit, and something was off, I couldn't figure it out, but it was really spicy and just didn't taste too good. So I thought, maybe it needed more garlic. (Here comes the funny part.)
Clint said that he had used all the garlic I had. At this point I was thinking to myself, I swear I had more than 2 garlic cloves in the fridge. Just then Clint says, "Two garlic cloves is two whole garlic's right?" I busted up laughing because I realized that he had but it 2 whole garlic bunches in the dressing when he was only suppose to put in 2 cloves! No wonder it tasted so bad! Sadly we had to throw that batch of dressing out because there is no way I was going to let the missionaries talk to people the next day knowing that they had just eaten 5 months worth of garlic.
So I then I had Clint run to the store to get more stuff to make another batch. As he left I took out the chicken to shred it and it still was not done so I said, bag it, we're getting pizza, and that's just what we did. The missionaries showed up at 4:35 and we had the Pizza, Salad and dessert all ready for them. After that everything turned out good and the pizza was defiantly not the best, but at least they won't stink tomorrow.
