Here I sit in the comfort of my sun room. It is a beautiful, sunny afternoon with temperatures in the mid 70s. For background noise, I hear the buzzing of the cicadas in concert with my six year old’s sweet voice. She is playing outside in the flower garden beneath the sun room windows, singing a song she made up. The cat sits in a block of sun on the carpet at my feet and the ceiling fan provides a gentle breeze that blows my hair. Further inside the house, I hear the sound of the washer’s spin cycle. It’s a lovely sound, because it means I’m being productive. It’s 4:17 p.m., I’ve completed my work for the day, and all is right in the world.
Except that I I am freaking out because I have no flipping idea of what I should make for dinner. I am in a cooking rut. I am so tired of tacos, burgers, meatloaf, brats, and for the love of Pete – chicken. So. Tired. Of. Chicken. If I never saw another chicken for as long as I live, it would be too soon. Except for the baby chicks at the fair. Those are cute and don't count.
So. Anybody have any good recipe recommendations? For a moderately capable chef who likes to cook, sort of, sometimes, when she has time and doesn't have to clean up after herself? Cheap, fast, tasty. How hard can that be?
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