Kitchen pass~

Laura is out of town for the next two days, and my soon to be ex-boss said I have a "kitchen pass" until she gets back. I wasn't sure what he was talking about, but I said "oh yeah! it's gonna be great!", and went on about my day. For those of us who have no idea what a "kitchen pass" is:

A fictional pass issued/approved (verbally written or text) by your significant other to get out of the house to hangout or go shopping with your friends.
ie. Johnny was able to hangout with his friends last night because his wife issued him a kitchen pass (KP). (UrbanDictionary.com)

Because I have no friends in Virginia, the "kitchen pass" has taken on a new meaning when my wife hands me the reigns to cook in our own kitchen. (This can be dangerous on occasion...)

On tonight's menu, Spaghetti and Meatballs!




1/2 lb meat
1 jar spaghetti sauce
a little pepper
garlic powder
some onion powder
egg (for making the balls)
mozzarella cheese
& spaghetti

I won't go into too many details, but the apartment is still standing, Hank and Z are alive, and all 5 pots and pans are clean and drying, not soaking in the sink (inside joke). Tomorrow it's canned gumbo, and I'll gladly turn in my "kitchen pass" on Saturday to my wonderful wife.

-John