I think innately, I am an incredibly lazy person. I will take any excuse to devolve in being totally non-functional, particularly if others are picking up the slack. I'm nothing like this at work, mind you, but I feel that working too hard gives me license to not need to function in any capacity outside of it. So, in two years I have made a righteous mess of my apartment and have sub-optimally managed a bikini readiness campaign. In a pre-planned summer turnaround program, some days have gone better than others in terms of enthusiasm for the mission. Annie can tell you that I harass her on a near daily basis to go to the Big Gay Ice Cream shop, and she does not oblige, maybe because, now that I think about it, she's concerned about seeing me in a bikini. She's pretty judgmental. Anyway, yesterday was an exception to the rule. I basically rocked it all. After hitting the gym for well over an hour and riding my bike there, I came home extremely hungry. So I whipped this up:
That is sideways. But that's dinner for 1. Even the dog got a chicken breast out of this cooking mayhem. Here's what else was on the menu:
Chicken breast with peri-peri (usually available at those street fair spice guys)
CSA escarole sauteed in olive oil, garlic and chili peppers (is there another way to cook it, because according to the internet, this is the only use for escarole?)
CSA grilled zucchini and onions- better than previous attempts at zucchini usefulness I guess
yogurt dip with CSA herbs- greek yogurt, herbs. Good all over everything
herbed potatoes- herbfest 2012 continues
I smoked out the entire apartment and scared the dog into hiding in the bathroom. She probably now has zucchini lung or something. I even used Cecils for the first time amid this flurry of productivity.
There was dessert to boot! This will be covered in a subsequent post. Right now I'm too exhausted to go on.
(1) Big gay ice cream has conflicted with karate. And sleep. What can I say.
ReplyDelete(2) Zucchini lung. Amazing.
Looking forward to your case report on zucchini lung in next month's "Annals of Hipstery Veterinary Torture"
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