Dinner and a Show

I am going to write a brief little story right now about what is going on. A couple of nights ago, Big and I went to the grocery store and picked up a few things. His house always seems void of food or at least, good for you food, so we decided to remedy that. We bought chicken cordon bleu, which I didn't know what that was. If you just said chicken breast stuffed with cheese and stuff I would have understood, but cordon bleu doesn't even sound like stuffed with stuff. I digress.
While we traveled up and down the aisles and picked up semi good things, I never imagined that he wanted me to prepare these meals. So imagine my surprise today when he called in a huff and asked me to cook the chicken cordon bleu. I hesitated and asked what he wanted to go with it. He quickly said that he did want a meal, but we had none of the necessary ingredients to make that happen.
So here I sit, nervous, making a list of things that I should go and pick up at the grocery store for this so called "meal" that he wants me to cook for him. Me! The one for two years has stated over and over again how I don't cook! What is he thinking? I like to eat, but that's as far as it normally goes. I mean, come on Big. Well he is the one that will have to smile and eat it if it isn't up to par so maybe the joke is on him. So for those of you out there that cook, throw me a bone and help a sister out by giving me some pointers. The only thing he said by way of help, was that he wanted potatoes. Ummm.... Hello what kind and how do I fix those? Stressful doesn't even begin to describe it. I know there are some of you out there that are laughing wondering what the big damn deal is, but I barely build sandwiches and this is a big deal.
Until the next entry (which I am sure will be one of humor), HELP WANTED! Strike that NEEDED