worst, best blonde moment of the century

i did something dumb this week.

i invited someone over for dinner. and i was trying to impress them.

back story: i don’t know how many of you know this, but when you’re single, you do whatever you want. i come home from work now, go for a run, come back and sit in my sweaty clothes for however long i can stand it. my dinner is like a 5 coarse meal, i eat a string cheese, about 20 goldfish, some pepperonis, a couple of carrots, a fiber 1 brownie, 5 chocolate covered almonds. if i’m in a rush and have a soccer game i’ll eat trader joe’s frozen burritos (don’t knock’em till you’ve tried’em) and when i’m feeling really really fancy i whip up a kraft deluxe (wow, watch out world!) and add rotel, crush red pepper and cayenne pepper.

you see where i’m going with this? no one expects me to feed them. if i want to eat cereal for dinner no one is going to bed starving because their mom gave them some cinnamon toast crunch and called it a night. no one is going to work the next morning with their stomach rumbling because their wife feed them string cheese and fish sticks.

it’s my life, and it’s THE life!

so when i had the brain slip of the century and invited a boy over for dinner, i immediately cursed myself out in the car and just thought… WHY DID YOU DO THIS? WHO ARE YOU? WHAT THE $&*# ARE YOU GOING TO FIX THIS POOR GUY FOR DINNER? AND GOOD LUCK TRYING TO GET ANOTHER DATE. IF AND ONLY IF YOU DON’T KILL HIM ON THIS ONE.

it’s one thing to bake and cook for you or your girls, it’s whole a different story when you have zero time to plan and you want nothing more but for him to be impressed.

i spent the whole next day at work sitting in my cube not thinking about work for a single second and looking at every website trying to find something that would knock his socks off (maybe literally, sorry mom!) look so effortless, and make him think i have my whole life together and that i do this every night, duh!

what he got was dora from the lady and son’s baked spaghetti. i only have 2 things to say 1. who has 2 hours to make their own spaghetti sauce? trader joes makes a mean one, and it comes in a jar. buy it. don’t waste your time brewing your own. he’ll never know! 2. it earned me another date.


second date worthy baked spaghetti (modified from dora’s baked spaghetti)

1 1/2 jars of your favorite spaghetti sauce

1 1/2 lbs ground turkey

1 lb spaghetti

1 cup grated cheddar

1 cup grated monterey jack cheese

preheat over to 350 degrees.

pour spaghetti sauce medium pot and warm on low heat.

crumble the ground turkey in a saucepan. cook until no pink remains, and then drain off the fat. add the turkey to the sauce pot. simmer for 20 minutes. while the sauce simmers, cook the pasta according to the package directions, minute 2 minutes, if it says cook for 10 cook for 8, it will cook a little more in the oven.

cover the bottom of a 13 by 9 by 2-inch pan with about one-third of the sauce. add a layer of half the pasta, and then a third of the cheeses. repeat the layer, ending with sauce. bake for 25 to 30 minutes. top with the remaining cheese. return to the oven and cook until the cheese is melted and bubbly. cut into squares before serving.



  1. Anonymous says:

    I think it looks wonderful.
    Keep us posted on the SECOND date!!


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