So I’d been reading and writing all day, except for a walk to the gate with Lou to fetch the Sunday paper, and I was pretty sure I needed to go to the grocery store if we wanted anything besides oatmeal for supper, but didn’t want to because I was enjoying myself reading and writing.
The solution, once I took a few minutes to see what was hiding in the freezer, the fridge and the pantry, turned out to be a sumptuous feast. Chicken thighs tossed with olive oil, garlic, oregano and Montreal Steak seasoning roasted with chunks of zucchini, onion and whole shallots in a hot oven for 45 minutes. I had forgotten all about some beautiful organic carrots in a zip bag in the fridge. I cut them into diagonal slices, simmered, then drained and tossed with a sweet little lump of butter. I simmered vegetable stock with turmeric and a swig of olive oil, then let whole wheat couscous steep in the hot liquid until it was fluffy. Totally unneeded for this feast, but a pretty addition, was a can of Del Monte stewed tomatoes, chopped, to add to the couscous.
Buck and I are in bed already. He’s reading and munching on a Dove dark chocolate. My treat is a ramekin of frozen mango chunks and blueberries. Goooood.