Trolls and Roasted Chicken
This blog is to explain my roasted chicken plan and to prove Im not a Troll.
Im now on my own from this point on. My ex found himself a new apartment and I was feeling a little overwhelmed would I be able to keep this house by myself? Can I afford it?
So I made a budget yesterday and started getting myself in order. My budget actually served to calm me down quite a bit I can do this I really can. I cant spend as much on going out for meals or spontaneous jewellery purchases. But if I keep things in check I should be fine.
As part of this I made a food plan for the week. I love to cook so this always excites me. Plus Ive been stress eating crappy food (too much diet Pepsi) so it would be good to have a plan.
So yesterday I roasted a chicken. It was so good I stuff it with lemon and rub it with salt and fennel seeds and cayenne and roast potatoes beside it served with steamed broccoli. So good.
At this point I told Smaptie I was going to be eating this chicken for the rest of the week.
Tonight I cooked some jasmine rice and cooked some leftover chicken with broccoli and bamboo shoots in a thai peanut sauce.
Tomorrow I will make burritos with leftover chicken, salsa, fresh avocado, refried beans and sour cream.
Thursday will be chicken soup probably with ginger and garlic to make it somewhat pho-like.
See a great week of cheap meals!
Smaptie on the other hand pictured me crouching on the floor and gnawing on a chicken carcass for four days straight. I think he pictured me fighting the dogs for it and growling at them. He even used the words, breaking the bone and sucking out the marrow.
It was at this point I felt the need to point out that I am not a Troll. Im not hiding under bridges and waiting for billy goats. I dont say Fe Fi Fo Fum when I eat.
Sheesh!
This blog is to explain my roasted chicken plan and to prove Im not a Troll.
Im now on my own from this point on. My ex found himself a new apartment and I was feeling a little overwhelmed would I be able to keep this house by myself? Can I afford it?
So I made a budget yesterday and started getting myself in order. My budget actually served to calm me down quite a bit I can do this I really can. I cant spend as much on going out for meals or spontaneous jewellery purchases. But if I keep things in check I should be fine.
As part of this I made a food plan for the week. I love to cook so this always excites me. Plus Ive been stress eating crappy food (too much diet Pepsi) so it would be good to have a plan.
So yesterday I roasted a chicken. It was so good I stuff it with lemon and rub it with salt and fennel seeds and cayenne and roast potatoes beside it served with steamed broccoli. So good.
At this point I told Smaptie I was going to be eating this chicken for the rest of the week.
Tonight I cooked some jasmine rice and cooked some leftover chicken with broccoli and bamboo shoots in a thai peanut sauce.
Tomorrow I will make burritos with leftover chicken, salsa, fresh avocado, refried beans and sour cream.
Thursday will be chicken soup probably with ginger and garlic to make it somewhat pho-like.
See a great week of cheap meals!
Smaptie on the other hand pictured me crouching on the floor and gnawing on a chicken carcass for four days straight. I think he pictured me fighting the dogs for it and growling at them. He even used the words, breaking the bone and sucking out the marrow.
It was at this point I felt the need to point out that I am not a Troll. Im not hiding under bridges and waiting for billy goats. I dont say Fe Fi Fo Fum when I eat.
Sheesh!
smaptie:
LIES SUCH LIES. I would never say such horrible...oh yeah I did. Um it was...a compliment...because you keep such clean floors and have so many goat recipes.
smaptie:
And fi fie foe fum is a giant. I would never go that far.