So I called them up and said "Are you ready to party?!!" Ok, not really. The actual conversation went more like this:
Me: What do you have planned for your birthday tomorrow?
Chandy: Nothing. Our employees already threw us a huge surprise party. It was awesome.
Me: But we have to celebrate! You're turning 30! What do you want to do?
Chandy: Why don't you make that delicious dessert for us?
Me: Errgg. Ok, I guess. Then I suppose I should make dinner for you too?
Chandy: Sure.
Me to myself: (Dang it. Now I have to figure out something good to make.)
So what dish just screams "special celebration"?
Chicken and broccoli casserole of course.
Fine. I admit it's a lame birthday dinner -- but I've been sick and I was feeling tired and lazy. And for whatever reason, I was craving the casserole and I thought it would be delicious with rotisserie chicken. Unfortunately, the store had sold out of their freshly-made rotisserie chicken, so I had to use plain old chicken breasts. Lame. But I was proud of myself because everything was on the table and ready to go when they got here. Before I dished it out, I decided to make sure the rice had cooked. Good thing I did. I took a bite and crunch, crunch, crunch. CRAP! Apparently, and hour-and-a-half wasn't long enough to cook the long grain rice. In fact, it needed an additional hour to cook. We ended up eating nearly 2 hours after the time I told them to be here.
Let's get all crazy and eat a dry, chicken casserole!
Thankfully, I talked my mom into making the dessert they wanted so at least they had that to look forward to. She brought it over and ended up staying for dinner. So it was Andy, Chade, my mom and me. I'm telling you, this party was off the chain. It was crunk. It was all crazy up in here.
(What do you think they're wishing for? I bet they're wishing for a cooler party next year.)