I cooked a chicken and rice casserole that took about an hour and a half because I realized that I bought chicken breasts with BONE IN!... (pregnant brain) So cutting the chicken into bite sized pieces was very interesting and took some extra time..silly me. It turned out really good in my opinion but my husband didn't seem to impressed.. Last night I cooked a tuna casserole that literally took my 15 minutes to put together and bake and he was ASTOUNDED! So today I was a little insulted.. I try not to take stuff like that to heart but when I feel as if I "slaved" over a meal I think I expect a little more than.. "does this have mushrooms....??" or "it's not bad.." comments..
Maybe I am just being an emotional pregnant woman but now I don't feel like cooking anything! LOL