Friday night, I made the hardest and least rewarding recipe to date. Chicken and Artichoke Fricassée with Morel Mushrooms (yes, I know, the name indicates it will probably be overly complicated). I cursed about six times while I prepared all the stupid vegetables and cooked the chicken three stupid ways. The entire time I promised myself its deliciousness would be the reward for the torture I endured at the hands of my kichen. I was underwhelmed, and some of the chicken didn't even cook through. All I could think about was if I had made it for guests, how humiliating it would have been. I am thankful that my husband rarely passes judgment on my cooking. I will illustrate my disastrous cooking below, and if you ever feel so inclined to make something that even partially resembles this picture, don't.
Maybe it was the camera angle?
I managed to salvage my taste buds with an excellent chocolate chip cookie recipe. I borrowed the recipe from a blog, and just as promised, they were the best cookies ever. It probably had something to do with the 2 1/2 (!) sticks of butter, 3 different types of sugar and Ghiradelli chocolate chips--but they were divine.
I took the bus to NY this weekend to see Jo and Tom. It was an awesome trip. I was able to see their spacious new apartment, ponder over potential baby names and wander the streets of New York. Very cliché, I know, but New York is always so bustling, it never fails to draw me in. I really like being able to walk around and watch people without having them fully aware that they are being watched. Everyone is so interesting in New York. Sometimes New York even tricks me into thinking I can also be interesting, but it is usually at this point that I catch a glimpe of myself in a cab window and see the awkward, fumbly self that I am. Anyways. A few photos are below.
Flea Market in Brooklyn.
The sky finally broke lose when I was conveniently safe within the iron confines of my Greyound bus.
Happy Monday!
