I was focused on the task at hand, Kian standing by the sink dutifully washing every dish I threw his way. The chicken was being carefully coated in a mixture of breadcrumbs, Parmesan, garlic powder, and a handful of herbs I had thrown in from memory. Each piece went straight from the seasoned flour to the egg wash and then into the breadcrumb mixture before hitting the hot pan with a satisfying sizzle. The water for the pasta was slowly coming to a boil, soft bubbles forming at the bottom of the pot, while the unbaked garlic bread waited patiently on the counter. It was perfectly assembled, just ready to be popped into the oven where it would crisp up and turn a golden, buttery brown.
Should I have been making a fully fledged meal after spending the entire day trotting around a theme par
