Green eggs and DAMN!
How purty is this here omelette, guys?!
I don’t even shop locally as often as I should. It’s hard. It isn’t always the most convenient. We live in a world where we can go to one big building and leave with everything we need in life. I do it. We all do. Nobody is perfect. But if we can make an effort to try to support our local farmers and business as often as we can, we’d be doing a world of difference.
Oy boy. Guys… I have had me a rough week. I’ve been insanely ill, with something rendering me simply useless… except that I had to be useful and adult and mother and function while my husband was away. It was a true testament to how amazing and strong the human mind is. I just shut down and went into autopilot. All day yesterday I slept. All. Day. I did not/COULD not get out of bed. But I woke up today without the high fever I’d had for several days straight and, although I’m not even close to 100%, I feel so much better and so very thankful to be…. here. Just existing.
And in the vertical position.
Once I came to, so to speak, I realized that at some point during it all (towards the beginning when I was still upright and such) I had developed a new recipe. And then executed it.
So, today I took their pretty picture for proof and am pleased to share them with you all!
So yeah, I haven’t been feeling great lately. No point going into details, but DAMNIT- it’s frustrating when your body doesn’t cooperate and turns on you. Hmph. So whenever I’m feeling a little less than… I like to make my home smell like, well, home. And the best way to do that is to roast a chicken. Good gracious, how that smell is soothing. And it’s one of the most delicious meals I make. I roast a chicken pretty much once a week and I have never grown tired of it. Nor has my family. Actually, last night I didn’t make it (it tends to be a Monday night meal) and my daughter got a liiiiitle bit bothered by it. But she squealed and clapped when I told her she’d get her chicken tonight.
As if I said Santa was our dinner guest.