So today I woke early and decided that I was famished. A market day, nothing spectacularly exciting happened at the market to speak of which; in an of itself, is quite strange for me. [check out that semi-colon, wooooo!] I tend to run into the squirrely and inconsiderate folks that make the supermarket a freak showish funny farm. My checkout person was Hot. I purchased a roaster chicken, shrimp (not that I'm a super fan, just wanted to reaffirm my distaste) and a ton of other additions that make a meal perfect. I spent 4hrs today sweltering in my miniature kitchen slingin food, roasting, baking, frying, and nuking everything I had purchased. The pantry hasn't been stocked, it's full of the same old stuff that I've had for months. (basically boxed items and other things that actually may require milk to cook, that leche just doesn't seem to be available in my fridge. I buy it and it wastes away until I open the door one day, it barks at me and I throw it out.)
This evening I'll be dining with Shrimp Scampi on a bed of sushi rice with vinegar, soy, and wasabi, a garlic and butter infused roasted chicken that I brined for an hour or so, red roasted potato wedges that were lighty battered (tempura?) and rosemary, breaded and fried zucchini with lemon zest, and garlic, as well as a homemade bar-b-que sauce with toothpick of Endorphin Rush mixed in. Add some fresh Naan and I'm Starv'in Marvin and that's how my stomach will assplode. I can't wait to dig in... come ON! 9pm......Get HERE!!!