Well, when the doorbell rang tonight, I ended up going out to the porch to see what new and exciting things the contractor had completed today. I was thrilled to see the new cedar plank paneling that had been installed and then began a discussion on the new windows. I was feeling the joy until, about 10 minutes later, I remembered a very important thing -- right before the bell rang, I turned the stove on to warm up the chicken mixture that was going to be added to the rice stick noodles. I ran back to the kitchen to find the chicken now 'blackened', and not in the delicious way. There was no way to save it, and I now wish I had photographed it to prove it. So, I did what anyone would do (?) and called Chef D to pick up something to replace our dinner while he was at The Fresh Market.
This is what he came home with. I love that man.
[fyi: that is not tea with lemon -- care to make a guess on what it is?]
2 comments:
Blue Moon Wheat Beer with an heirloom orange slice? Okay, I called and asked what it was:-)
That is cheating, Barb!
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