You all know about the culinary catastrophe that destroyed Wednesday night’s dinner. After a terrible run this afternoon, I came home pretty apathetic about dinner and fairly sure I wasn’t going to cook a thing.
Then, I turned on Food Network as I was drinking my Powerade and lamenting my lameness during my too-short, too-slow run. And Paula Deen was on. Making fried chicken and some dessert-y thing called lemon blossoms. I didn’t have the ingredients to make the lemon blossoms, but the fried chicken sounded good.
Yeah, I’ve still got it.
You know you want to come over for dinner.
(And no, despite being inspired by Paula, I did not use copious amounts of butter.)