You know how some chicken recipes instruct you to roast the chicken until the juices run clear when you poke it? That’s how my brain feels these days: I’ve poked it enough that the juices are running clear. This chicken is cooked. I’m a lot less clickity clat (= good), but sometimes I think it’s the Worry Board that keeps the creative machinery lubed, so to speak.
A recipe a day means time, of course, but also creativity, and today, after 150 or so, I’m feeling like one dried out bird.
So. Whatchoo wanna learn about? Or what do you want to read about me learning about?
I need to put a whole new chicken in the oven, and though the sun shines bright, summer produce just isn’t quite here yet.