I am a domestic goddess

but nobody's here to witness my miracles.

Mr. Abby took off on a Home Depot run almost an hour ago. There's a Home Depot very near us, so I sent him off with the promise, "I'll have dinner ready when you get back."

Of course, our Home Depot is out of what he needed (or didn't have quite enough, or something). So he's at the Wichita Falls Home Depot or some such place, I have chicken rapidly making the transition to jerky in the oven, and I'm not certain what's going on with the flavored rice but it can't be good.

However, other than getting a little mushy, I don't think that the steamed frozen veggies can go too far stray.

Famous last words, there.