A few months ago I finished doing laundry and didn't feel like folding it right away. If you have ever had a cat, you know how this story goes. Well, in this case James beat Sylvester to the punch, but she wasn't going to let him have the best spot all to himself.
Last night I made Chicken Tikka Masala. As mentioned before, cooking chicken and other meats always makes me nervous. So I got an instant read thermometer, which would let me know if the meat was done. Still, I jabbed it nervously into the chicken and stared at the numbers, trying to figure out if the slow rate they were increasing meant anything.
J-Po, sitting across the kitchen, told me quite sternly that the chicken was done and he'd eat it all if I was really afraid. Luckily, it didn't come to that.
I also managed to squirt tomato all over myself while attempting to convert diced tomatoes to crushed tomatoes with a potato ricer in a hurry. Who knew that was a bad idea?
Despite that, the food came out great. I'm feeling my kitchen Mojo returning.