Day Two Hundred Seventy-Nine: You Say Tomato...

Monday night I tried a new pasta dish with my kids in mind:  Martha's Shells with Grilled Chicken and Mozzarella.  I figured it would be a hit.  They like pasta.  They like chicken.  They like mozzarella.

They do not, however, like cherry tomatoes...a fact I wish I had known before making this dish.  Because once the pasta had been infected with the tomatoes, there was nothing I could do to make the rest of the dish palatable to them.  The tomatoes had to be removed.  Now.  And, even after they removed the offending tomatoes (with the speed and thoroughness of a Haz-Mat team), they still were suspicious.

I'm suddenly a shady character trying to push colorful vegetables on them.