Today was a good day, although you know that you have low expectations for your energy levels when 3-4 hours sleep seems like a luxurious night. However, L took A to the zoo this morning which was a great hit. All day she has been saying “I see lions, I see ostrich, I see zebra, I see lions, I see ostrich…” And this afternoon we took the plunge and went and bought a double stroller. Any day now we’ll be off to buy a minivan, we’re living the dream!
So, not only did I get out of pajamas and into real clothes (jeans! yay! ok they were fat pants, but whatever), but the four of us left the house together and it was not a disaster. I put N in the sling, which I barely used with A, and everyone was happy. The new stroller is a beauty, I sort of want to go and stroke it but it’s in the garage (we have a garage, and a double stroller, now where is that minivan?). All in all, a very nice day. A is getting much better with her sister, and N is doing great. Now if only I could find the deflate button for my boobs, all would be well in the world. I’m not holding my breath- after 2 pregnancies spent furtively looking for the velcro opening for easy baby removal, only to be constantly disappointed, I realise I may be guilty of wishful thinking. Although it would be a much better idea than the current system. That’s just one of the many reasons why I’m all for the theory of evolution- any intelligent designer would surely have installed velcro and valves.
Anyway, anyway, I digress. This evening we made Chicken No. 14,752- Chicken in Mustard Sauce [recipe, via Oprah]. This is the first in a run of chicken recipes designed to
“quickly become your “go to” recipes. (Next year, these will be the chicken recipes you become bored with. God help us!)”
The recipe is certainly easy; the chicken is seasoned with salt, pepper, thyme and lemon juice, fried and set aside. The chicken stock and mustard are whisked together over a high heat, brought to a boil, reduced to a simmer, and joined by the sour cream. Salad and bread round out the meal.
The meal was not a bad one, although it almost bordered on tasting institutional. With boiled vegetables, probably a plate of lifeless cauliflower, and if it was all lukewarm, the chicken and sauce could be right at home in a mediocre/ dreadful cafeteria. As it was, it was reasonable. The sauce tasted strongly of sour cream mixed with mustard; the sum of its parts did not transcend the ingredients. The chicken was fine. Tomorrow we will be adding some broccoli and some cheese to make Chicken No. 14,753- Deviled Divan, followed by versions 14,754- 14,756. I can hardly wait.