But more truthfully it should be cooking by candlelight. Right at the moment we were about to start dinner last night, the power went out. My first thought was, "Well, let's order pizza." But then I thought how wimpy that was and not wanting to be wimpy coupled with the fact that the dinner I had planned was all cooked on the gas stove, I decided to keep going. We got out our candles and flashlights, lit the stove manually, and began cooking. It was most helpful to have B. hold the flashlight over the pan while I cooked the chicken... otherwise I couldn't see when it was done.
A. set-up on the table and put the salad together. M. took her picture, it's blurry, but you get the idea.