I don’t have time to fuck around. Literally. I don’t have time to fuck around.
I’ve had this idea in my head for awhile. Of course it’s not exactly as I envisioned; it never is. But it’s something. And I haven’t made anything in months. I’m so happy I could explode.
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It’s raining hard here. We are in the path of the hurricane.
Anyway, I have to stop painting hair to make dinner. I’m thinking some kind of crispy-skinned chicken with a balsamic reduction and blue cheese on top. Who knows?
UPDATE: So anyway, it was Blue Cheese night. I made some crispy-skinned chicken thighs I glazed with a sauce I made from caramelized onions… and garlic… sauteed in bacon fat, along with reduced red wine, sugar, rosemary and vinegar. I topped the thighs with crumbled blue cheese. I roasted carrots alongside. They got all burnished and tender and sweet in the chicken fat and glaze.
I also made a wedge lettuce salad with homemade blue cheese dressing. I am just, well, THE BEST.