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.
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Dearest Sara,
What a wonderful photo of the girls! And I am so excited to be able to read your blog. Didn't know about it until now- and I look forward to following it from now on-Rosie ( my friend) has been over the moon because you are a cook and so is she and she loves the recipes! Things are fine here - kinda. I'm still working with Joe - my 80 year old gay friend who was tossed out of his home when his partner of 30 years passed away. The family is Moron- etc. and just discarded him. Joe now has legal representation and could end up with house! plus I have decorated his little room with a new TV and furniture. He had to leave his home with only his clothes - unbelievable - not even a photo of his partner. Just another story about someone without a voice. Anyway-I am enjoy your writing and will be reading all of the blogs. Please keep me posted about the great one- isn't he the most wonderful person ? I miss you both and the kitties- hope to see you soon. Love, Sandy
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