COOKING CENTER - The kitchen area where the cooktop, oven(s), and food preparation surfaces, appliances, and utensils are grouped. (from the Creative Homeowner's Glossary)
I got up early this morning to go to the supermarket when I was there at 10 o'clock last night. Is that weird?The lack of enforcement concerning child labor laws is really starting to concern me...So the situation is that I am positively infatuated with my new slow cooker. I am enamored with the notion that dinner will be ready when I get home from work and that I don't have to yell at some woman to do it. (Ah, liberation) I am enraptured by the warm aroma that permeates my living room as it works its wonders, giving me something to look forward to that evening.The first meal I made in my slow cooker was chicken and dumplings. I adore chicken and dumplings, and these chicken and dumplings were the best chicken and dumplings I'd ever tasted. I wouldn't shut up about it for nearly two weeks. My boyfriend resorted to calling me "Dumpling" in order to tease me. That to me was of little consequence. I was in love. Now that I've got the kitchen in order perhaps my look could use an update....
So why the extra shopping journey, you ask? Well, today I'd planned to create a meal based the simplest recipe ever...Crockpot Italian Chicken
4 Whole Boneless Skinless Chicken Breast Halves
16 ounces Tomatoes -- (or 2-3 fresh tomatoes)
1 Whole onion -- sliced
1 Teaspoon Italian seasoning
1 Whole Green Bell Pepper -- seeded and chopped
Salt And Pepper -- to taste
Throw it all in the crock pot and cook on low 8-10 hours.
Per serving: 171 Calories; 2g Total Fat; 29g Protein; 9g Carbohydrate; 68mg Cholesterol; 88mg Sodium... and I realized when I got home last night that I had somehow bought chicken thighs rather than chicken breasts. Slightly irritating. In my defense, the price tag was covering the part of the packaging in which that would have been made abundantly clear. No big deal. I just froze the thighs for the next time I make (you guessed it) chicken and dumplings.
I can't understand for the life of me where this sudden turnaround came from. Throughout my twenties I was pretty much the takeout queen. And now that I'm 30 I find myself looking forward to going home, sautéing broccoli and garlic, and marinating beef tenderloin. Bizarre.
While I have not yet resorted to yelling "Honey, I'm home!" to my kitchen appliances just yet but at the rapid rate to which I am rushing toward domesticity, I expect to wake up in the middle of the night to find that I'm hugging a fondue pot. If that happens, please do not have me committed. I don't think they let you cook in the nuthouse.
posted by La Nina @ 1:11 PM