Today, I feel pretty much like me again. I wanted to create something in the kitchen. I started to think about making dinner, looking for a new concoction to
fester brew in my recently rediscovered slow cooker, a.k.a. the crockpot. It’s like a long-lost friend! It seemed a fair tradeoff since I packed my shorts away today (sniff!).
I thought, Ah, it’s fall! It’s cold outside and overcast. The leaves keep drifting down and the trees change color. I turned on the
fake gas fireplace. A perfect day to fire up the counter-top appliance closest to a child’s Easy Bake oven, and with infinitely more options.
I dug out the recipe book. I found something I could fix and leave: chicken with a sort of biscuit/dumpling topping. Bliss! Sometimes, there are multiple steps and I know me. Something would get left out. Like the meat.
Chicken breasts. Check! Broth. Yep. Soup or gravy mix. Yessir. Biscuit mix. Uh-huh.
Thawed chicken breasts? Aren’t they perpetually frozen? Ugh. Microwave those puppies.
Thawed and drained frozen veggies?! Well…that could take all night! I don’t have time for this! My family likes dinner at dinnertime, not 2 a.m.
Okay, just walk away. That’s it. Forget it, shake it off.
Taco Bell, anyone?
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