Last night I was dreading dinner. I opened the fridge and I realized I had two chicken breasts and that's about it. And then I saw something else that was in my fridge. A bottle of store-bought premade salad dressing. (I had bought this salad dressing when we had company over in case they didn't like my homemade. Turns out, they loved my homemade dressing. So this sinful (more than 5 ingredients) bottle of salad dressing had been sitting in my fridge ever since then. Staring at me. Taunting me with its convenience).
I didn't even think twice about grabbing a ziploc, throwing in the chicken breasts and dumping that dressing all over it. I let it marinate for about an hour and then Mr. McGhee threw it on the grill.
I had some tortillas that I warmed up on the oven. I smeared the tortillas with hummus , and filled with strips of the chicken, feta cheese, cucumber sticks, tomato slices, and olives.
We rolled up the tortillas and scarfed these down. My minis loved them. Mr. McGhee and two. And I was happy because they were happy. I'm that type of girl.
We ate our tortilla roll ups with fruit salad.
The best part about this meal is there was absolutely no clean up. Well, no clean up for me, at least. I told Mr. McGhee he could clean up while I went upstairs and
put my tiny mini in the tub while I read my book gave my tiny mini a bath.