Hello? Anyone here?
Well, anyway, voila:
|Pretty, isn't it?|
Roasted Brussels sprouts and carrots - it's what's for dinner. I mean, along with pot roast and potatoes, of course...I'm not trying to starve anyone around here.
Do you think the other veggies are jealous that Brussels sprouts get to be capitalized but they don't? Just wondering.
We're also still eating up all the cheese left over from our New Year's Party. The problem is, I seem to have cooking-related dementia: aside from pot roast and meatloaf, I can't remember ANY recipes that I usually use for winter dinners. Nada. NONE.
I mean, I know I've cooked chicken before. Larry usually grills it during the summer, or I cook it in salsa and shred it to eat in tortillas with black beans and sour cream and such.
Everyone's sick of that one, in case you're wondering. Everyone but me, of course...
But now? When it's not hot out? My bag of Kirkland frozen chicken breasts sits woefully neglected in the freezer, wondering what went wrong. Because chickens just can't wait to be eaten, I guess...or, at least, cows can't wait for us to eat chicken. Anthropomorphism is confusing, actually.
Do me a favor and toss some favorite chicken recipes my way, will you? I'm at a loss here.