I had crappy, crappy coffee in Disneyworld. I even tried to doctor it with some hot chocolate…I never thought hot chocolate could make something WORSE. Jeez.
I also had a chicken bastilla. Which is…chicken and some stuff like…um…almonds, wrapped in phylo and topped with powdered sugar and cinnamon. I still don’t know how to feel about this. It wasn’t unpleasant but…I am not a fan of the sweet and savory together as a general rule. This broke that general rule and yet it was not NOT good. It was good, just…uncomfortable.
I decided that I could never go to Morocco for reasons pertaining to good looking men.
Oddly, I just returned to a visit from the restroom and had the strange feeling that I had been gone a long, long time. Like I am the Rip van Winkle of the lady’s room…weird.
I have now purchased TWO Christmas presents. One for the husband, one for a brother. YAY, ME! And yes, my mother is not only finished ALL of her Christmas shopping, she has it all wrapped as well. I think I’m probably adopted because I sure as hell can’t be related to that.
I made the best porkchops of my life the other day. I have tried all your recipes, the crockpot, the skillet, the apple juice…all of it. Never liked it. But the other night I breaded the chops and because I was too lazy to tend the stove, I chucked them in the skillet and then into the oven. Perfect. Finally perfect. Served with greens and corn bread. Good dinner.