I cooked a chicken!

Oh my goodness I did it! I actually roasted a chicken. This might not sound like much but for me it’s the height of domesticity. I’ve been inviting our neighbor over for dinner for months now, and I have yet to pull of a meal where everything was cooked and ready on time.

Tonight I did it.

I did roast chicken, roast veggies, green beans, new potatoes, salad and peach cobbler.

Now the only problem is that I cooked the chicken using a “chicken brick” which the neighbor lent me after my first disastrous attempts at chicken roasting. I need to find and purchase a chicken brick to have in the states.

What does this have to do with writing/reading/editing?

I have no idea because I haven’t done any of those things in 48 hours I was so stressed out about this dinner.

Well, at least I’m honest!