Well I just cannot leave well enough alone – and that is good because we all have our own mark to make on this world. So yes, I am going to tweak a well reviewed, well received, professionally edited recipe from Epicurious. Here it is: Roasted Chicken Breasts with Paprika, Chick Peas and Tomatoes. It was good. It would have been great with one major modification: no oil on the chicken. Yes, use the spice oil on everything else but on the chicken alone, just shake cumin, smoked paprika, salt and pepper. Make sure, btw, that you DRY the chicken first. The key here is crispy skin. I hate soggy chicken skin. Truly, what is more vile? But crispy? Truly, what is more delicious? So why add oil? Oil only defeats your quest for crispy skin. And yes, I used thighs. I like thighs better because, well, they taste better. This is a matter of personal preference.
My 18 month old daughter is a thief. She lifted a Hershey Bar at a grocery store today as we rolled through checkout. Oh yeah, that was my kid. This is yet another sign that she is channeling my dad. Not because he was a chocoholic (he was – EPIC) but because my Episcopal priest of a dad had a tad of the clepto in him. Let it be said, post-humous, that he was known to in his words "sample" the merchandise at grocery stores and other establishments. He never got caught. Divine intervention. And for the record, I returned the incriminating evidence (good thing I am a total chocolate snob and only eat dark expensive chocolate).
John Hughes has died and this is a major loss to our culture. I grew up with those movies. This calls for a marathon.
I had no child care today so ended up taking a vacation day at home with the kiddo. How did we spend our time? Naturally, channeling suburban mothers far and wide, we went to Target. Damn that place. Is there a $100 tax upon entry? Seriously, I went for diapers and left a c-note poorer. There was that little toy for Avery, the wipes that I remembered were running low, cannot forget the overnight diapers and of course, there was Ina. I have been holding out on buying Ina's new cookbook Back to Basics but today I caved. So in her honor, tonight I am making dinner from said cookbook. Menu: Tuscan Chicken, Asiago Polenta (inspired by her cheddar grits), Confetti Corn. And then, not inspired by Ina, blueberry turnovers. For the record, I am barefoot, I was in the kitchen and I am not pregnant, all suburban not working today mom evidence to the contrary.
I don't even know what happened in the market today.
And finally, anyone notice that in the children's book Where Is Baby's Mommy, the mom is only found at the end buried in the bed with the covers over her head? Could she be more depressed! Anyone else have a desperate housewife moment with that one? Seriously, they may as well have put tequila in her sippy cup!