chicken and pasta :]

Courtney Dellinges


English , period 1

8/31/10



“Lazy Days,” The days where you feel like if you try and get out of bed you will collapse right back down, and when you can’t keep your eyes open for more than ten minutes without falling asleep. We all have our definition of what we think is lazy and we all show lazy in a different way. My mom usually loves to cook huge extravagant dinner every night, but when our family is feeling tired, or can I say very lazy, we all work together and make an easy dinner, that happens to be family favorite. It was a Sunday night and my family and I were on our way home from Berryessa. My sister, Kiersten, and I were complaining about how hungry we were and my mom was pretending to listen but really she was falling asleep. My mom was so tired she refused to make us a large dinner that would take a long time. Instead she put some pasta on the stove and my dad starting barbequing chicken and within ten minutes dinner was ready. It has been a family favorite ever since.

In n out, taco bell, burger king. My dad passed them all on the way home, my sister and I sitting in the car waiting for him to stop. Not once did he, not even to slow down for the yellow lights. He was in a rush to get home and we were all extremely tired.

“Take your bags out of the car girls.” Dad said

After unpacking the car, Kiersten and I sat at the kitchen table making it obvious that we were hungry. We didn’t want to bother our parents because we knew they were exhausted from the big weekend. As my sister and I give up and start to walk upstairs, we hear,

“Kiersten, Courtney, are you hungry.” Yells mom

We quickly turn around and run downstairs eager for the large dinner that is about to be prepared for us. My mom explained to us that she didn’t have time to make us a big meal, and that we all needed to pitch in so that we could make a quick dinner. She slowly walked to the cabinet, dragging her feet on the cold tile floors and pulled out penne pasta. My dad went to the freezer, took out chicken and told me to follow him outside. We got a dripping wet cloth and laid it against the barbeque to clean it. I heard the sizzling of the water hitting the hot grills, and watched the steam rise into the sky until I couldn’t see it anymore. I walked inside the house and saw my mom and sister boiling the water and inserting the pasta into the pot.

Quickly my mom said, “ Kiersten go choose sauce for the noodles.”

She gracefully skipped over to the wooden cabinet and looked through all the sauces available in our kitchen. I carefully watched her as she pulled out a large glass of white sauce. Unhappy with her decision I yelled,

“ No Kiersten, I want the red sauce!”

Of course we got in a huge fight over the sauce on the pasta. To end it my dad quickly walked inside and asked me to go back out and help with the chicken. When the chicken was done we cut it into long thin slices, and then again into tiny little squares. After that we dumped it into the large pot of pasta and poured the thick, white, cream sauce all over the top. My mom grabbed a huge spoon and let my sister and I mix it all together. That night we ate like we have never seen food before and we even managed to save room for my dad’s special dessert, but that’s a whole different story.