Not to be gross but I'm typing this in between trips to the bathroom. Whatever maladie that befell Lily over the weekend, I'm thinking I have a lighter version. Ugh.... Luckily for me, I made some chicken noodle soup last night for dinner, so I have that to aid in the feeling better process.
I'm so proud of myself about the soup thing, too. Sure, it's basically cut chicken up, boil in pot, add veggies and salt, but the thing is... My cooking continues to amaze and inspire me to try new things. Next time I do the soup thing, I'm going to experiment with making my own noodles. The thing is, while I seem to enjoy cooking when I do it, I find it hard to get over the hump of "Well, that's easy enough, why don't I just make that for dinner..." There aren't very many times when I actually want to cook. It's almost like I don't like to do it, but then I get in there and it's like "OOH! I bet if I add this, it will taste even better...."
And thus, Jess and Matt's barbeque ranch chicken was born. (Well, that was actually born because we were hungry and I had chicken, barbeque sauce, ranch dressing, and various other spices in the kitchen area at the time and that was all I had.) Whoddathunk that something so.... pink would be so tasty?
I'm kind of disappointed, though. While Lily and I chowed down on the soup, Casey passed. He claim that he just wasn't feeling good, and he really hasn't been feeling good for about a week or so now, but still... CHICKEN NOODLE SOUP DUDE!!! It's supposed to help with the feeling better! Oh well, I'll just make sure I save him some.
Not much else to report. And, I'm happy to report that I made it through the last two paragraphs sans "bio break."