While You Were Out

Ryan was out of town on business last night. Naturally, I HAD to take advantage of the situation.

I considered hiring a few shirtless “dancing men” in tight pleather pants… but I was too tired for a party.

I contemplated sitting on the couch all day and letting the dishes pile-up in the sink… but that would be down-right immoral. Even I have principles.

So, I brainstormed a little more until—SHIZAM—the perfect idea hit me. I was going to do something that I NEVER got to do when Ryan was home. He just wouldn’t tolerate it.

I felt a little naughty as I worked out the details, like I was somehow betraying my husband. But I felt justified and liberated at the same time.

Last night I prepared a meal incorporating as MUCH dairy product as HUMANLY POSSIBLE.

Ryan is allergic to milk and I have carefully maneuvered around cheese, ice cream, and anything that moos for the last three and a half years. But no sir, not yesterday.


Bethany’s Evil Bad Lactose Enriched (Lethal) Creamy Cheesy Tomato Pasta


½ cup of butter
1 cup cream
1 ½ cup of grated parmesan/mozzarella cheese mix
A handful of fresh chopped parsley
¾ cup of your favorite marinara sauce
Two diced chicken breasts
1 clove of garlic (minced)
2 T. olive oil
¼ cup of chopped onion
Pasta of choice cooked al dente
A handful of parmesan cheese

Sauté chicken, garlic, and onion in olive oil until cooked through. In a separate pan, simmer butter and cream together for five minute. Add parsley and cheese. Stir till melted together. Add marinara, chicken mixture, and cooked pasta. Put in serving dish and sprinkle with parmesan.




Guess what I drank with dinner. Yup. Milk. Skim, of course—I’m watching my figure.

Yes, this recipe was my own invention and I am proud of it. It was delicious. Even Doug, who usually won’t eat anything that isn’t a hotdog, gobbled it up.