Nothing says "Happy Mother's Day" like . . .

BBQ Chicken!

At least, that's what ye socks from Apopka have taught me over the years ...

Since my primary maternal figure has to work tomorrow, I decided to mark Mother's Day a little early this year by making her a meal.

She actually had to work today, too. So, I was able to go over to her house and do all the food prep before she got home.

Note to socks: Nothing will make you appreciate your kitchen more than trying to cook in somebody else's.

But, I digress.

The beautifully grilled chicken breasts were served on a bed of dirty rice that included (but was not limited to) some French style green beans and diced tomatos. The rest of the ingredients are the closely-guarded secret of the chef.

It was preceded by a tossed salad that yours truly spiced-up just a little with a grated red onion, and topped with some of that awesome Marie's brand dressing that one usually feels guilty about buying because it's too expensive.

Of course, the meal was accompanied by a light wine.

And, dessert consisted of a finger food tray of fudge, California cherries, and thin cheese slices.

Jealous much?!