I’m Irish enough to write my own Soda Bread recipe.
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.
Well, he home-made kimchi. He, being my loverly husband.
My sweet, sweet Him, who makes my life just so much better. Who breathes new life and energy into my world every day and who I am so incredibly lucky to have snagged in college when I certainly wasn’t making any other smart decisions.
Him fluffs my Chi.
Ok, back to cabbage.
You can read about the entire Pork Buns story on my last post HERE…
But here they are!! All dressed up and picture ready. Aww… aren’t they purty? You never would know how complicated and ornery they are underneath all that beauty.
Some bitches… I tell ya…
It’s not that I don’t think flowers are pretty… it’s just that flowers as go-to gifts are just so *yawn* tired…? This stems from (pun intended) having a boyfriend who brought me flowers – a red rose – every. single. time he came to my house. It was so very sweet at first. Then it became robotic. It started to feel like something he just thought he was supposed to do without even thinking about it. It didn’t make him a better boyfriend (he was still a butt face jerky pants), in fact- the jerkier he became, the more flowers he brought me… but it certainly made me believe he was good for about a year. Like I was under some sort of spell…