Hormonal Meltdown

I'll be honest, last night was humorous.

I got home from work and started making dinner. I grilled two chicken breasts in preparation of Chicken Quesadilla's. Flour tortillas set aside, cheese ready. I started to make the first one...the pan was nice and hot and I was hungry. The first side of the quesa was ready, so I grabbed two spatula's for flipping and 'attempted' the flip. UNSUCCESSFUL. My quesadilla was totally uneven and I was ticked. I threw the two spatula's down on the counter and screamed "I can't cook"...along with some profanity I'm sure. I walked away.

Jason, dumb struck....looks at me then the pan and said it was still good to eat. I told him he could have it because I didn't want an 'uneven' quesadilla. He took over and made a perfect quesadilla for me AND he ate the 'bad' one. What a champ.

About an hour later as we're sitting on the couch with his arm around me, we laughed over my dramatic cooking meltdown.