For the past few nights, Jay has been very kindly offering to take me to Buffalo Wild Wings for dinner, and believe it or not, I’ve been refusing. Part of it has been that I’ve been feeling guilty about how often we’re there and how much we spend there (I keep saying that I want to add up all the trips we’ve made since the place opened, but the truth is, I really don’t want to know how much we’ve spent there. I probably would cry.). And I just haven’t been in the mood. We did go last week–Last Friday, I think, so I’m good for a few more days!
The other night I made some Lemon Chicken that was DELICIOUS!
I didn’t photograph it that well, obviously, but here’s how good it was: The bambino told me I could make it again. The first time ever in his 5-year existence I’ve heard those words come out of his mouth. Usually he just picks at his plate no matter what I fix (even if he gets a PB&J sandwich for dinner, it’ll take him an hour to eat it), but he scarfed down his chicken like he hadn’t eaten all day (his green beans were another story). And he kept bugging me for more chicken skin. There were 3 breasts total–the bambino and I split that one, Jay picked his down to the bones, and I had one leftover. They’re large enough that I just carved up the 3rd one, and went searching for things to do with the leftovers. And then it hit me. Chicken. Cheese. Bacon. Pasta.
Chicken Bacon Orzo. I did have to pop over to the store for the bacon, but I had the aforementioned chicken, cheese and the orzo.
It was so good. It’s gotten chilly (for May), so some warm comfort food was in order. My only regret is that Jay ate what I was going to take for lunch, so there’s no more!
In other news, my baking boxes arrived yesterday:
I was up until after 11 working on cupcakes last night, and was back up right at 5 this morning to finish them all. But they are done, and I will be heading off to bed in about an hour. I’ve been bordering on Father Ted & the Toilet Duck again today, even cracking up at old Simpsons episodes I’ve seen a billion times. I’ll go completely off my rocker if Jay decides to watch Black Books this evening.