I'm glad Toby has finally come to see the light. If she uses her magic powers to animate her little clay animals, I'm sure they can help. She may just pull this off after all.
Who among us has not been in this exact situation? Your trophy wife doesn't appreciate your massive upward mobility, and how one simple dinner can change your fortunes forever!
Here's a recipe that may just save the day! It's one my mother used to pull out of her sleeve whenever Dad invited homeless people over. It's a recipe that is meant to be played with.
Steam chicken breasts in covered pan in a cup of water. The sauce below is about the right quantity for three breasts. Or, just use a 12.5 oz. can of chicken meat, which is what we usually do. You may want to brown the breasts first in butter to make a richer broth. Remove from broth and set aside to cool.
Mix:
1/4 cup mayonnaise
1 can cream of chicken soup
1 teaspoon or more curry powder
1 can coconut milk - we rarely use this, but we'll just add more chicken broth (canned) if we need more liquid. It just depends if we have coconut milk on hand.
1/4 cup Parmesan cheese (this works best if you add it slowly while you heat and stir the mixture)
Stir into the broth and bring to a simmer. Cut chicken into bite size pieces and add to the curry mixture. Heat. Serve over rice. You can serve it with shredded coconut, raisins, and/or sliced almonds. I've been wanting to try it with pineapple chunks. But then, I pretty much want pineapple on everything. Have you tried it on a hamburger? Awesome.
What recipe would you like to share with Toby to help her husband maintain his position?
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There's always Hamburger Helper or Sloppy Joes (a sandwich is just a sandwich, but a Manwich is a meal!)
Exercise caution when repeating that Manwich slogan. If you say sandwich three times fast, Wilbur Weston appears. I think the slogan is close enough.
Despite Toby mentioning lasagna that she made, I doubt she's a competent cook. (I picture gray clay within the lasagna layers - bleah!) Rather than a recipe, Toby needs the phone number of a caterer.
BTW, has Toby always been left handed? I'll consult Wanders's excellent archive.
I'd send Ian to Food Team for some expensive steaks and deli potato salad and tell him he's going to grill them himself out on the patio. Steam up som broccoli, make sure you've got a half gallon of Moose tracks ice cream in the freezer, and you're good to go. Of course, what WILL happen is Toby will run crying to Mary, who will whip up something fantabulous on short notice, and make a convenient fourth at dinner. (Uncle Joe will depict it as green and/or brown blobs on the plates.)
I must be working at the wrong college. Prof Ian Cameron’s office is a big as his ego, and it’s completely free of the clutter of student papers, exams, assessment reports, committee work, program reviews, scholarly papers, and documents outlining student learning outcomes. His salary comfortably supports two people as well as his trophy wife’s hobby. His responsibilities at The University seem to be about as burdensome as his domestic responsibilities … zilch.
On a bright note, I think we're in for one of the most entertaining evenings in recent Worthiverse history!
It's cute how the little poodle seems to be looking up admiringly at Toby.
I hope that "something" means that Toby will ask Mary to cook up some salmon squares and kelk cookies. And also if Toby hijacks the dinner conversation to describe each animal figurine in her menagerie in non-stop detail it could be very entertaining indeed.
My easy recipe is almond chicken breasts. Place the breasts in a pan, with a light layer of seasoned bread crumbs. Add a layer of sliced almonds, and gently squeeze a little lemon juice over the almonds. Bake at 350 until done. (This varies depending on how much chicken you have, but about half an hour.)
It doesn't matter, though. Mary will cook this meal. She then will be able to take credit for the fact that Ian is not fired, despite never having any work at all on his desk. Having such things to hold over people is what makes Mary tick.
I will be so disappointed if Toby enlists Mary to save the day...For a minute there, I thought Karen Moy was depicting a real-world woman with her own plans who is rightly disturbed by her husband's thougtlessness and who MIGHT let him deal with the situation he created instead of taking it on as HER mission. Alas, I fully expect that Mary will appear, hot pad and casserole dish in hand, spouting drivel about "our busy lives" and the need for "spousal understanding". I need to go lie down now. . .
I'd serve tuna hotdish (consult Garrison Keillor for the recipe) and green jello with those little marshmallows embedded in it.
I do believe that Toby has already used her magical powers, Wanders. When this phone conversation began on Friday, July 31st, there were some small blobs of clay on the tabletop - nothing more besides the magnificent stallion she is laboring at. She must be holding some implement of magic, as now tiny animals have appeared on the table. Such slight of hand! She still holds the phone as well as the wand/implement/sculpting tool. I am truly amazed. It's almost as magical as the disappearing window behind Ian's desk. Here yesterday - gone today. POOF!! Now, Toby, make dinner appear! Or make Mary make dinner appear!
I forgot to mention this in my earlier post: In today's first panel, notice the odd item in the bookcase (next to Ian's left arm). It looks like a dachshund with three ears sticking up on its head. Could this be one of Toby's sculptures?
What a comic strip. Today's installment accomplished a discussion of a leftover entree. Period.
Compared to this, my life is a Thrill Ride! I'm like a Superhero! I've never, ever appreciated how Exciting My Days Truly Are!
Excuse me while I...PUT MY LAUNDRY INTO THE DRYER!!!! Then, I am going to ...UNLOAD THE DISHWASHER!!!!!!!
(I'd tell you about the bass fishing coming up later, but I don't want to put you in the Cardiac Care Unit.)
I suggest she just call Domino's. Maybe next time Ian won't be so thoughtless. Otherwise, foisting off leftovers is great revenge.
Wouldn't it be funny if the Director "forgot" to mention that he is gluten and lactose intolerant?
I suppose Toby could whip up some penne pasta,
heavy on the vodka sauce.
My desperation dinner is breakfast. Pancakes, bacon, berries or citrus fruit, maybe some scrambled eggs. In the summer I'm fond of big cheese and salami trays, with bread, crackers, honeycomb, nuts, etc so everyone can make a plate of whatever they like.
Then again, I never have to impress the New Director. My bar is set very low.
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