Tuesday, April 13, 2010
This is my happy dining room table centerpiece right now. I bought them at the farmer's market this weekend for $2 or something and I think they're beautiful. They help brighten my mood when I've just ruined something called a "young chicken" that was supposed to be a delicious and simple chicken roast and wound up eating peanut butter toast and yogurt with a bubbling burn on my hand that I got while removing said burned chicken from the oven only to realize that it was as disgusting as I thought it might be. There were tears. Don't go shopping at Whole Foods to pick something up quickly when you're on the phone. You wind up coming home with "young chickens". Who on earth knew that the age of a chicken made a difference to its roasting abilities?? Gross me out all over the place.