Like most of my female friends and acquaintances I have fallen into the dinner rut. You know the one. We have spaghetti once a week because all I really have to do is brown some ground pork sausage and onions then boil water, throw in sauce and “ta-da”, dinner is served. We have the same 7 or 8 dinners most of the time. So yesterday I called mom and said, “I’ve got chicken what do I cook?” She suggested a couple of things. (I need to insert some background here… My mom is not a chef, will never be a chef, and has PERFECTED the recipe of burnt-on-the-outside-raw-on-the-inside-chicken. But she is willing to try anything once and creative. Give her a can of cream of mushroom soup and some meat, and she has dinner ready. One of her suggestions was Chicken Cordon Bleu Casserole. I googled it and discovered I had all the ingredients, so that is what we had for dinner. I really liked it. My husband really liked it. One out of 3 kids like it. (But really, that is every dinner.) Then my husband says “you should try new recipes more often.” He doesn’t remember last year when in a Pinterest flurry I made 12 freeze-ahead-crockpot meals. All but one recipe was horrible. The one that was not horrible was not great. It was a waste of money and time! I boycotted pinterest for 3 months. I am afraid of new things, I like the old. I can’t wait for it to be warm enough to clean off my grill and start grilling!