Chicken Parmigiana

Owen found a recipe for chicken parmigiana he wanted to make. We were supposed to do it Sunday but I was watching the Oscars and really tired. Monday, I don't remember why we didn't do it. Tuesday, he was tired and didn't feel like it. Last night we were going to make the damned dinner if it killed us.

So we did, and it was glorious. And he is definitely his mother's child as he adjusted the recipe as he saw fit.

broken egg on our dirty floor

fresh mozzarella and fresh basil

Afterward Owen headed upstairs to play guitar, I sat and puttered on the computer, and Leo and his father sat in the candlelight and talked forever. A good night.