Successful Failure

Today we were without kids for the entire day. (It is a weird feeling right now, I know I'll learn to like it, but now it's just plain weird!)

 They left at 9 am to have breakfast with other youth from church.  Then they were hanging out until a stake activity and won't get home until around 11 pm tonight.  We once again were thrown into being empty nesters.  Hmm...what to do?

So, we spent the day with my mom walking around the mall.

I decided, once home, that I was going to make a nice dinner for two.  You know, one that has big chunks of veggies in it, that would never be eatin' by picky daughter.

 So, I looked up a pioneer woman recipe for pantry pasta and got started.  Whew, look at me go.

 I sliced and diced, and sautéed, boiled and worked hard.  Mmm did my kitchen smell good.  The plate was even picture perfect.  See...

 

I loved it.  Kyle doesn't like anything that is sour.  See the green olives...yep, too many for him.  It was not his favorite.  Hence, the successful failure.  I made a great meal, but I didn't please every palate.  Fail! (boo!)

 

 

 

We ended with chocolate pudding with whipped cream.  I made enough for after lunch tomorrow with green sprinkles to celebrate St. Patrick's Day.  That should be a success.